Decades have passed since the genesis Genesis of the great Virvum harvest Covert underground command centers have enabled use of satellites Transmissions from space disabled Technology with the use of pulse attacks Cozen pods now litter the Earths sky With remains of plans not known to us Ornaments hung by an ancient alien breed for victory
Amidst the ruins of the Virvum Obsessed concentration camps The souls of the fallen speak from harvest burial grounds Forever weeping Articulating tales of sorrow and loneliness Spirits condemned eternally To exist between the underworld and this world
Herded and slaughtered for their cosmic force Engulfing all the life force from the chosen host The skeletal remains of former slaves Are chained for eternity to the vacant alien thrones
The temple beacons remain emitting Horrific horrid hypnotic frequencies Calling to the unknown The structures pulsate In an infinite frequecntal loop Resonating throughout the valleys of space For an answered call
Immune to the frequencies of the beacons An evolved mankind now immune To the hypnotic trance set by the alien beings Continue to build the new civilization, human tribes evade Militias by trekking off the beaten path Embracing all sanctuaries to harbor the remaining bodies Rations are growing slim, cannibalism is mandatory Chaos and anarchy erupt into rebellious gangs
Rogue tribes scavenge the wasteland For survival Harvest temple territories are persistently attacked
Battles persist on Earth With no knowledge of the pending doom Of the pending doom that still awaits from above