Spawn of Neglect - Magenta Harvest

Cavernous minds stacked back to back as far as the eye can see

The creation is left unguarded.

Ignorance is bliss?

«Go on, take my hand!

I’ll show you treasures beyond this broken land.»

Crumbling the statues stand.

Unwanted, desolate

Underneath the surface, rising spawn of neglect

Where does this end?

Where will this lead?

These barren realms, left to bleed

What will they think when the storm comes sweeping down?

Will they still stand, hollow heads, befouled crowns?

Crumbling the statues stand

Within a truth concealed

Fed by decay, fed by fear

The dawn of judgment, the dusk of man

Born from neglect, a beast is rising

Given time to grow, covered in dust

Blinded they fled from the decay

Leaving it time to take form covered in rust

«Go on, take my hand!

I’ll show you treasures beyond this broken land.»

Up on pedestals formed by desertion, it rises

Too late to quench, damage done, embrace your end

Where does this end?

Where will this lead?

These barren realms, left to bleed

What will they think when the storm breaks their lands?

Will they still stand, hollow heads, empty hands?