Nightmare Incarnate

spit out from inferno
a nameless horror, vile
now in flesh before our very eyes
an archetype of plight

star-spawn of madness
through endless aeons strides
our puny existence hanging by a thread
as the Colossus Earth defiles

soon to meet our maker
like lambs to the slaughter in wait
congregated prayers all in vain
we are but moments away

voracious blackness sweeping
the streets now painted red
impervious to blade or flame
the end hath come, we witness Hell today

no force divine shall thwart this tide of apocalypse