Predominance - Xenoblight

Massive hordes of faithful thieves

Blighted minds extend their reach

Feeding breeding all deceiving

Catatonic astral beings

No face is left unveiled

For you to worship them for all that you see

Channeled streamline of forced vibrant displays

Pioneers pursue the end of all race

Glowing, showing bonds of the knowing

Immense intolerance drowning in deafening

Vainglorious spectacles to match our age

No face is left unveiled

For you to worship them for all that you see

Time to face the storm

Feel the thunder overtake your form

Your pain is not divine

No path will ever shine

Nor rain have you washed away

Colossal swarms of faceless names

Devoted prowlers extend their games

Declared, impaired into despair

Melting mental misanthropy

Inside a predominant special nation

Molded in self proclamation

Time to face the storm

Feel the thunder overtake your form

Your pain is not divine

No path will ever shine

Nor stains, rain care to wash away

Theatrical practicalities turned to

Reanimated human faculties

Lay rest of all emotion

In self display lies all devotion

Seek sanctum in darkness

Uncloaked, unfold your truth to hold

Against all terrors from within

All fires witheld from your skin

To ignite your demise