Mark Of The Beast 2: Scion Of Darkness

Worship the gods of technology
Advancing the human race
Augmenting creation
Blind allegiance to our new masters
Cast away superstitions and doubts
Place our hope and faith in the bosom of man

This mortal creature destined to vanish
This limited mind, a nest of hubris and misconception
Let us feign control of our world and destiny
For in our feebleness we have attained omnipotence
Man, All-Knowing, will lead us to truth
Man, who could not save himself, will save us

In his quest to defeat nature
He strives for the seats of the Heavenly Host
To be like a God unto himself
To be God

The illusion of transcending our mortal shackles
By means contrary to nature
Giving way to the corruption of a natural mind
That which knows no bounds
Bearing certain death and destruction
This is the mark of the beast

A symbol of subjugation and obedience
To the image of your true master
A fingerprint of decadence, ubiquitous
The scion of darkness, whose visage cannot be seen
By the eyes of those blinded by pride