Feel the thunder, An intense burn, Lightning cracks As the apocalypse churns. Ashes upon ashes, Dust into dust, Driven by madness, Chaos to crust. The ground convulses, breath ignites, Volcanic hymns scream into the night. No final sermon, no retreat, Just boiling stone beneath your feet. Apocalyptic churn, no peace, no plea, The molten choir drowns the sea. Tectonic wrath, the anthem born, The sky ignites, the air is torn. From caverns deep, eruptions climb, A requiem outside of time. No gods descend, no stars align, Just earth’s last note… and a fractured spine. Steam hisses through cathedral cracks, The air is thick, the heavens black. Ash falls soft where life once lay, Beauty scorched and swept away.
