Retribution Through the Ages

Time, thousands of years pass by but with the ancient rites intact. Man, mankind has multiplied, spreading worldwide as planned. Kings and their armies preen, draw lines in the sand. Fight for their so called rights to God, gold and land. And through the ages we hand them their fate, marionettes on a string. Phased retribution precise and exact until the birth of the one sets us free. Blood, Earth Mother's soaked in blood spilled from the warring Clans of Man. Greed will serve to feed unrest, antagonized within by our hand. Pain, death and pestilence will shake human faith. Creeds serving heresy, a crutch for Man’s flawed way And through the ages we hand them their fate, marionettes on a string. Phased retribution precise and exact until the birth of the one sets us free.