A vessel is born
The wailing of cosmic release

A severance of blight
Above atrophied tongues

Forced into itself
Upon stygian wings

Through visionless wander
Rife with mesmeric whisper

Blighted by abscess
An intricate labyrinth of serpentine shrines

The seed of reason
Swept up amongst the somber casting of stones

A vessel is born
The wailing of cosmic release

A screaming, writhing form
Bearing legions of boils
Flesh wrought with lesions
Crawls from ebony void

Collapsing to essence
Within itself, nothing
Persists through nonbeing
To twisted dimensions

Ashen it comes, before the thrones of eyes,
Delivered from epochs of pierced thought,
Freed from perpetual abyss,
Longing for calamitous silence.
Through embryonic doorways,
Grow crystallized memory.
While within these wombs,
Dwell hosts of universes

Beneath the golden canvas of dawn

A monolith of stone to sacred wisdom forged within the unknown

Here remains a dying flame
These solemn watchers groan beneath the pines

Imbibe the storm
Inhale the ashes

They will drown in fire
Let it also consume you
Glean the ashen cinders
Of these wretched bones

Cast them into the water
Let the wind embrace their memory

An abscess to be dissected
Destroyed and forgotten

Sepulchral augury of annihilation
Divine omens of transcendent destruction
The blackened gods of old descend to their final resting place

They will drown in fire
Let it also consume you
Glean the ashen cinders
Of these wretched bones

Imbibe the storm
Inhale the ashes

Burn, star of silence
Cast your gaze forth
Rear your somber head
Devour all creation

Enduring within
The corners of time
Freely wander throughout
The sightless existence

Swarmed by loss
Memory torn
Between confusion
And endless scorn

Entropic horizon
Devour space-time

Burn, star of silence
Cast your gaze forth
Rear your somber head
Devour all creation

Oh sleeping creation
Hide behind curtains of stars
Drown your lifeless form
In this screaming sea

Leaving the arms of time
To dream

I am born a lidless eye
A mirror, a thousand suns
A disfigured illusion
Of frivolous wonder

Leaving the arms of time
To dream of creation

To weave
The sky

To mold
The earth

Void shaping void
Into infinite forms
To govern its will
To create the sublime

Light shaping light
Into infinite void
To destine its form
To create its own will

Oh sleeping creation
Hide behind curtains of stars
Drown your lifeless form
In this screaming sea
I am born a lidless eye
A mirror, a thousand suns
A disfigured illusion
Of frivolous wonder

Soon shall this light fade
And nourish the stars
To plant the dark suns
Of future creation

Loathsome
Wrathful
Almighty
Overlord

This place
Devours life

Never moving
Never changing

Son of Suffering
Father of torment
Mother of Pain
Goddess of Shadow

A lifeless plane of stretching boundless infinite sadness
Bleeding death from luminous wounds
A gash in the void of barren darkness
Destitute corruption, destiny of life

I marvel at the vastness of the endless void
Eternal spirits of beings lost in time
Confusion, trapped in the sphere of space
No more alive than I

Bastardized
Desolate
Sorrowful
Holocaust

This place
Devours life

Never moving
Never changing

Son of Suffering
Father of torment
Mother of Pain
Goddess of Shadow

Son of Suffering
Father of torment
Mother of Pain
Goddess of Shadow

This place
Devours life

Never moving
Never changing

Everlasting fire
Ruin like none have ever seen
Crystals wrought from flesh
Shimmering in loss
forever this augur
Shall herald a time
Where thoughts turn to dust
from eons of famine

If the sky could speak
And hear the earth
And mend the stars

Behold, the scars
Of reborn paradox
Collapse of vision
An extraconscious lucidity
Ultra-luminous
In all its majesty
Oscillate within
A verduous mire

If the sky could speak
And hear the earth
And mend the stars

My eyes ablaze
Above the sea

To drink the brilliance
Of this display

I clutch my grieving breath
and whisper my end

I clutch my grieving breath
and whisper my end