A chant made of screams
A chant of flesh to the void
A symphony of molten bones
A choir of shattered dreams
All singing this condemnation
Maiming them with glee
The Followers of Naught
Thralls to its call
Walking to their fate in unison
Removing their ever cloak of flesh
To an empty resonance
Bare foot in the embers of their adoration
Burning for a silent nothingness
Consumed
Devoured
For Naught