1. THE DORMANT

(Instrumental)


2. AN UNCOVERING OF ANCIENT EVIL

Unto the chamber, development continues obliviously
Heavy machinery moving dirt and stone
The dormant detritus, petrified and preserved for millennia
Buried under miles of earth

A nudge strikes the chamber, shocking it from its silence
The first light of a thousand years
The Sun is blinding, yet it finds familiar the taste of soil and blood

The chamber's lattice of bone and flesh parts as onlookers begin to recede from the mouth
Nothing seems to visibly exit, but its presence can be felt
The air falls silent
A swirling mass blasts through the crowd
Punching through the chest of the exhumer and spiralling into the clouds
He lay there with splintered ribs, his organs atomized behind him in a suspended mist

The Sun darkens as a black smog befalls

the ground quakes as hundreds more bolts of air erupt from the mouth
Panicked screams, bodies bend backward and snap as the spirits collide
Evil roots itself in the veins of Earth once again

It finds familiar the taste of soil and blood


3. ENTRANCING VISIONS

From the sky rains death
The fallen litter the streets
I glimpse at the gelatinous form
Devoid of expression yet a face more complete than memory
Imprinted in my subconscious
The horrid visions of the damned

My surroundings dissolve
The veil of perception subdues my senses
I stand in a field, amongst the scent of ash
The Sun feels strange on my skin, a relief long desired
As if returning home

A landscape too utopian
To be alone in
A hear a rustling from behind
Nothing seems visibly there, but its presence can be felt

A vision so vivid
A life I've never lived
Held captive by hallucinating

A hand is extended
The decision to accept is made before I can think
It smiles at me through mangled teeth

A harbinger of darkness
It decides to send me back
I regain awareness, yet something else does too
The shroud falls around me


4. ABSTRACTION BATHES IN SUNLIGHT

The relic breathes, it whispers to me hymns of devastation
An unyielding cacophony
Rooted in memory, it screams
"Come to me..."

Miles underground faint drops of water turn deafening
As they echo throughout the cavern
The sound grows louder
"You've found me"

Engulfed in a stench putrid and nauseating
I see the orb of bone and light: Morphing and swirling as a fluid
Intangible yet horrifyingly present

It longs to be returned to its source
It begins to glow with hunger
Once removed from its tangle of flesh, the lattice parts

I step inside, my feet slosh against the organic ground matter
My flashlight glides across the wall
Illuminating petrified faces unseen for thousands of years
Frozen in agony and terror, their flesh becomes material

It utters its final words "Return me..."

Tentacles lie motionless in the center of the chamber, the orb is drawn to it
A faint glow is cast upon the vermicular mass revealing its slime-coated surface
The orb seems to disappear inside the tendrils
As they stir


5. BIRTH OF THE VERMIFORM COLOSSUS

The air feels different today
A slight acidity, is it?
A heaviness?

The kind of feeling that sinks your stomach, a primal response to terror
As if thousands of eyes are taking you in
Something has awakened in the chamber

Tendrils drag across their vast subterranean tunnels
A tentacled tumor in the Earth
The crust struggles to support its mass
A world unfit for this abomination

Leeching organic material from the surface, entire forests wilt and die

A voice materializes from the ether: "Rise, Colossus..."
A hymn of summoning crawls forth from the bowels of the deep
Continents bear the weight of the mammoth, splitting at their junctions
Cities fall into the sea, boiling magma erupts from the depths
Out of the temporal rift
Bending space-time with its mere existence
Lashing fire into the earth

The seeds lain thousands of years before
Births this spawn
The prophesied harbinger of darkness
The consumer of life