The Next Generation

I am the thunder, I am the lord of the stone
Rain my pre-ejaculate, eagle my servant
Fly, find, kill and bring me my prey!
Oh, my dark priestess!
Rise your eyes to the stars
Observe the moment of my black wings
Bicephalous creature
Circling over the nest
Chooses the strongest offspring
To create the chosen race
It is time of the final war
We will be the last, forever!
We will rule with cruel scorn
Until the end of time!
Let the lightning be your mace!
Let my eagles give you enormous power!
We, the king, order you
Children of the next generation
I will bless you all
Lead me through the pre-solar nebula
And forget all holiness!
Because there is no blessing in our world!
It is time of the final war
We will be the last, forever!
We will rule with cruel scorn
Until the end of time!
From my putrid bowels
The portent my will
Dark, wroth, cruel, mysterious aeon!