Ordo Salutis

An unknown tutelary once dormant but expectant that man, at their behest, will fulfill their role as guardians
A mirror of cataclysm held in the empyrean domain, a ceaseless panoply, may you weep for your faults
Every corner of these lands are covered with pillars of guilt
Accursed parasites hell bent on burning their name into ice
Hands clasped inside cracks on fault lines, pulling ore from the pyroclastic flow as resulting saliva turns into vapour
Humanity can fill the greatest lakes with the tears of thеir contrition, not withstanding an eternity
Every mark can bе erased, leaving fragments of detritus in its wake
In the light of the decay, born anew will begin to replicate
The remiss penitence, it's almost shameful, where the dust has barely settled from the ruination
The feigned grieving, what should I convey, at these effigies carved from your ancestors
Ecologically defunct, an ash heap formed into a face
Impediment burgeoning, a scent burns the nose of the imposed
Undone by hubris and perfidious ways
Undone by hubris and lacking in shame
The world is still turning in spite of your deeds, waiting and burning as all systems failing
Benediction, hasten your path to the great beyond
Consecration, in service to your new god
Invocation, an era of pillaging to adjourn
As you read from passages pillars of light form through the cracks and do purify, return to the fen, return to the roots, formed in the slime and here you’ll conclude