The Last of Lucy chapter ii odyssey

Enrage Imperiums That Insinuate Inferiority,
Superiority Flourishes Through Cosmic Cognizance
Sands Blow In The Wind, A Rhythmic Force
Sets Us Upon Course, Strangely Withered Source
A Hidden Elder Remorse, Livid Stipulated Environment
Lay In The Wake Of The Promised Land
It's Lineament Smoldering Cimmerian ubieties
Striking The Ground, Fissures Erupt Smiting The Land
Celestial Beings To Vanquish Its Gramarye
In Life We Are Made To Be Great Or Be Slave
With Out Bounds Answer The Call To Be Great
Eternalist We Are In Search Of Our Eternal Fathers
Paths A Foot Lives At Hand, Chants Are Made In The Sand Lies, Lies!
Euphoric Thought Bloom And Blossom
As We Step Inside The Cavern The Barricade Of Fear Is Broken Down
Glancing In The River, Possession Taking Over Cloaked Droned Figures
Its Presence Brings A Quiver,
Deadening Reflection Assembling Perfection
In Life We Are Made To Be Great Or Be Slave
With Out Bounds Answer The Call To Be Great
Eternalist We Are In Search Of Our Eternal Fathers
Paths A Foot Lives At Hand, Chants Are Made In The Sand
We Forge, Riposting Its Reverie Glissading Through The Gorge
Thistles Are Sporing
Fluidic Fragments Bristling, Diminituive Nebulositites Materialzing
The Cloaked Figures Drone & Obfuscate The Coulee