Something Wicked (Part 1)

I can see clearly now a painful vision indeed. An attempt at genocide, 12.000 years of pain. The human thirst for dominance leads them to Setian ground, the gravest of all threats now exists and all galaxies could suffer. Imagine the consequence if Man does succeed, the universe and all that lives will suffer evermore. Like a virus Man will spread through the time continuum. It’s a power they can’t comprehend, a power we must secure. So heed my word, a prophecy that’s bleak and haunting. Acceptance not fear will pave the wave for life returning. The Elder foreseen in sacred flames our world is burning. Yet more things are clear by grand design, punishment unfolding. Faith in the prophecy! We’ll take this tragedy, unite as one. Fate show man no sympathy! Something wicked feeds, thy will be done. Ten thousand souls, one for every year of framing. One of thirteen, the High Priest, and the twelve that council. Charged with our tome, retribution for our loved ones suffering. In secret they’ll meet, a global network that endures for centuries. Faith in the prophecy! We’ll take this tragedy, unite as one. Fate show man no sympathy! Something wicked feeds, thy will be done.