The Earth is still beneath my feet, as is my soul,
stones fall and the duststorm swirls taking their toll,
and I bathe in Magnagora's tainted soil.

In my mind I hear the merian and elfen screams,
their voices bringing pleasures to my dreams,
they sometimes say we are insane and mad,
but if we are, then I am glad.

Sanity is a cage, and my mind is the lock,
if so then my brain needs not the clock,
of my heart beating in time with the engine.
and I wallow in the increasing noise of its din.

Change needed, change come,
the Celestians will soon succumb.
Taint is might and Light is weak,
our will strong and their love bleak.

Nothing in our way, nothing to stand,
as we perform this play, on top of the sand,
destroying souls and moulding clay,
soon the Lights falseness shall decay.

The Red Masque, hiding His intentions and destroying trusts,
the Forbidden one, tempting with his knowledge and our lusts,
the Legion together one and all, standing all united and tall.

Celestian scum everywhere,
Magnagora the Tainted despair,
our bodies tainted, united and all,
marching on to the Light and their squall.

Everything becomes dust in the end, of the blessed earth,
and all is just waiting to be accepted into the Tainted rebirth
the Tainted Engine stands strong and tall,
striking fear into the hearts of all.

Heart shattered like rocks they are,
those who follow the light of the star,
yet ours are cold,
ever waiting to be told,
what will come, what will bring,
what will the Ancient earth sing?

The Earth shall reclaim and rule again,
and the Light will break beneath the strain,
as we defend to and fro, helping
the heretics for a way to go

This is Magnagora, this is Geomancy. This is change.