Gorod State Of Secret
In the depths of rock and earth, I took shape
By my father's lunacy and genius, I built up awarences
Father, engrave, slit
Fill up my veins
My influence spread, my power soared, my legions converted
Holy quest for some, mass grave for others, I eat them all
Amount of learning for my power
Surrounded with legends, and distant from others, I copied them yet
Trivial looking although nasty, I bowed to the criteria of a changing world
Into which I fit unduly and prepare my predicted reign
Announcement of the saviours
Protected secret
Manipulated masses
Honored prophecy
Decimated enemies
This failing world
Will be the cocoon of my chrysalis
In search of a neverending evolution
This humanity that believes it's omniscient
Is getting ready to surrender
Exhausted resources, suffocating nature
Overcrowded areas, non existent tolerance
Ways to a total war with a unique survivor
...EDAENIA...
