Land of the Young

"And lo,

Did the piercing horns of the Ur-King

Grow forth from the depth of the damp earth

Reaching upwards to part the sky

As once had been foretold

And did blood not run then

As if water

As if fire

As if air

And too,

That blood which is foul and sticky and smells of metal

Did it not run?

And lo,

Did the shimmering scales of the Nine-Headed Beast

Appear before the world on the body of a man

Tearing apart sea and stone

As even man himself had warned

And did blood not run then

As if water

As if fire

As if air

And too,

That blood which is foul and sticky and smells of metal

Did we not drown in it?

And lo,

Did the pounding hoofbeats of the Riders of Death

Shake down the walls of our last sanctuary

To part us from our flesh

Stained red in the blood of their brethren

And did blood not run then

As if water

As if fire

As if air

And too,

That blood which is foul and sticky and smells of metal

Did it not run most of all?

And lo,

Does the sound of the long sleeping Deep Ones

Come to our ears as the heartbeat of the earth

Shall it rend the ground beneath us

As was promised long ago

And will blood not run now

As if water

As if fire

As if air

And too,

That blood which is foul and sticky and smells of metal

Will it run the last?

And yet,

Shall our differences be sacrificed

And our own impressions cast aside

Such that the Phoenix Queen may rise from the ashes

For we shall make it so

And blood will run

As if water

As if fire

As if air

And too,

That blood which is foul and sticky and smells of metal

So shall we bathe in it

And find a sweetness in the taste"