Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lich King VI: The Omniclasm, artist -Date of issue: 13.04.2017
Song language: English
Lich King VI: The Omniclasm |
| He is formless, a spectre, a void |
| Looming and dwarfing the crimson sun |
| Time quickens and earth is destroyed |
| Celestial bodies are fodder for razing |
| Planets, gas giants are ripe |
| Crowding around him, he grows ever larger |
| Begins the great galactic wipe |
| Sword |
| Is |
| Raised |
| And Canis Majoris is cleaved in twain and the |
| Sparks form a three hundred million mile trail of floss |
| The Horsehead Nebula consumed in a fireball |
| Stretching three and a half lightyears across |
| Metaphysical blade shears a massive black hole |
| Its accretion disc scatters as dust |
| Lunging and swinging, the targets grow tiny |
| Milky Way flickers, impaled on a thrust |
| Omniclasm |
| Whole galaxies stir with a turn of his hand |
| Novas like fireflies swirl in the air |
| His tremendous size exceeds the universe now |
| Suddenly, only black everywhere |
| Fourth dimension unfurls to his hollow eyes |
| All time and all space revealed, he sees |
| Abstract concepts, immutable truths |
| He’ll kill these too, he thinks, and is pleased |
| Sword |
| Is |
| Raised |
| And astronomy, poetry, love, mathematics |
| Fall prey to a screaming slash |
| Chemistry, metallurgy and more are |
| Undone in a blinding flash |
| Civics, aesthetics, philosophy, logic |
| Are crushed in a psionic vise |
| Reason is dying, an unspeakable |
| End result of his dead paradise |
| This is his Omniclasm |
| Back in the ash cloud that once was Earth |
| The Nucleomancer remains |
| Comprehends the King’s plan at last |
| Bellows and rises in flame |
| Furious blaze explodes in size |
| And the King notes the emerald speck |
| Howling up through the airless gloom |
| Blossoming green from total black |
| Usurper begins to coalesce |
| Threads of physics all unwind |
| «All hail the king,» the stars cry, dying |
| A final battle at the end of time |
| Sword |
| Is |
| Raised |
| And morningstar meets it, gargantuan flares |
| Sent thundering from non-corporeal steel |
| Each strike blocked is answered, in a |
| Cosmic, cacophonous catherine wheel |
| The King sees his way to destroy everything |
| A last concept lies behind his foe |
| He swings, enemy thinks it a miss |
| And readies the killing blow |
| Omniclasm |
| The King begins to cackle |
| At the climax of the bout |
| His aim was true, he’d run it through |
| Reality itself winks out |