Dystopian Apocalypse-Hortus Animae

Dystopian Apocalypse - Hortus Animae The symptoms of corrosion Flowing slow from head to feet The genesis of abortion Of beings with sharp protruding teeth The scum scorns every concept of mortality Through idioms of duality inaccessible for the brain This is the sunset of our age Foretelling the dawn of a new mankind Shapes are shifting asymmetrically Deformation calls the new perfection This is the end of our last day Connecting trinities once twined Which have been in growth lethargically New flesh for new dissections In the fields where grass grows taller than ever The winged serpents crawl insidious between our feet Taking flight and showing a new splendour New rituals are way beyond belief In the lakes where water is clearer than ever The winged serpents drank all the remaining impurities Testimonies of a vigorous new ardour Singing rituals that give way beyond relief Upon the mountains where air is purer than ever The winged serpents fly in circles of infinity Prophecy of wealth and awaking ardour Blinding visions of a world once adrift The ghastly splendour of a multiform masquerade Taking place through eruptions of multicolour accolades The renaissance of a rebellion will come with blazing hordes Embrace the Dystopian Apocalypse that will change the rules on afterwards The distant horizon from a vast open space Yet each distance is shortened, cogent domain The improvement of beings god has failed to create A brainchild of mergers, the breed of the quakes The obscene children and the outcasts of caves The symptoms of corrosion Flowing slow from head to feet The genesis of abortion Of beings with sharp protruding teeth This is the sunset of our age Foretelling the dawn of a new mankind Shapes are shifting asymmetrically Deformation calls the new perfection This is the end of our last day Connecting trinities once twined Which have been in growth lethargically New flesh for new dissections