Wretched Sons - Diocletian

Know this wretched sons of man

Born in the time of everlasting fire

Your holy father a billion years gone

Unaware of your punitive existence

Unconcerned with your dismal fate

Incapable of answering your feeble prayers

Black priests of inevitable doom

The harbingers of inescapable ruin

Pathetic faith in miserable gods

Reveals the spirit of these wretched men

The myth of destiny perished

With self determination

No afterlife no world without end

There is no good news for men

Behold the grand finality

Of all the common man holds so dear

Not just yourselves but your legacy of progress

Aghast at the truth of death

You’ll surrender

Lay down your weapons

And submit to the black

The spirit of man

Is already dead