Decline and Fall

Lost prophecy of Theia shall rise, hidden in realms of those unrealized Curse of the damned predestined lies, front row seat to your own miserable oblivion found Only thing certain is the call, no one outlasts the decline and fall Burn down the sanctum, from which nothing will thrive ever again Decline and fall, eternal legacy dies Maybe it’s best that we quicken the end, to get the worst over and cease to pretend Existence no more than a humorless joke, curing the illness with a terminal stroke