Dune

We are the agents of doom
Drawing close the hour of extinction
Planetary plots and evil machinations
Precipitating desertification
Pilfer the soils
With no remorse
All of the trees will fall
Endless we feed
Limitless greed
This world is ours to grasp

Count all your days
Wind forward the dock
From Aeons to hours
Till the sun devours us all

Count your days

The end came to greet us
An aeon ago
And left us with ash
And tatters and scraps
Of all that we held dear
Not by the flames
But by measured and certain erosion
The ails of an age

And all that remains here
Are oceans of sand
The consulate twilight of memory
And the undying folly of man
Keeper of violent secrets
O plague of my days
What horrors you wake in the depths here
A torment of myriad shapes

Eater of body and spirit
Destroyer of worlds
Born from the rot of this planet
To swallow the earth
And all of our hopes and our failures
Have led us to this
So solemn we stand
Spears in our hands raised high
Against the indomitable scourge
O Goliath of the sands!