Dead Planets Throne

Omens
In the outer space
The solar system shivers
Swallowed by the void embrace
Rising from the schism
To engorge matter and life
A corrupted organism
All living things will face the king despise
Scattered throughout the system
In hundreds of shrines and temples inert
A new message from light years away
The silent brood is now returned
A massive spaceship built from parts
Of a fallen god that was slain
In the Hall of Souls the King is waiting
For those who dare to enter his ascendant domain
The light is twisted, the waves are tied in the optical vortex
The mind is changed, new pulses are travelling to the cortex
Truth has been spoken, empty and brainwashed you are just a drone
Your will is broken, now bow down to the dead planets throne
Ripped from our dimension
The darkness slowly corrupts
Your essence casted into the oblivion
As the will of the king erupts
The void flows, blue fire glows
As your body lose control
Trapped in your head, your planet’s dead
As the throne reclaim its toll
The light is twisted, the waves are tied in the optical vortex
The mind is changed, new pulses are travelling to the cortex
Truth has been spoken, empty and brainwashed you are just a drone
Your will is broken, now bow down to the dead planets throne
The Empire has fallen, oblivion drawing near
Phobos is ashes, cities to dust, as they reach our stratosphere
Chained to non-existence, your soul now the void contains
A shard of your planet collected as a spoil now it’s all that remains