The Void That Would Be Vessel

The magician built his house around The void that would be vessel A corridor through which those He had summoned could travel The house took all his money And strained his sanity But through diligence and dedication He set them free He paid for his safety by selling our mankind As blood rained down, they questioned his mind His survival was the one guaranteed Seven billion sacrifices is all they need He stood upon the hill And watched all the flames The new old gods resided On crimson waves His house still standing Its purpose instrumental The end of days poured forth through The void that would be vessel He paid for his sanity by selling our mankind As blood rained down, they questioned his mind His survival was the one guaranteed Seven billion sacrifices is all they need All kneel and praise at the void that would be vessel Prostrate before your gods All kneel and praise at the void that would be vessel Prostrate before your gods