Where the Darkness is the black, where nought is something and Dark is pure then Light – there he is: primordial end, barren forefather, perpetual chewing and insatiable devourer of worlds and galaxies – infinite sultan of demons. Forever bounding in outrageous emptiness he's drown in his own pulsating gloomy agony, in music and dance of his own madness Giant absolute gods ‧ eyeless, mute, grim and insane Other Gods are slowly, clumsily and bizarre dancing Beneath the extinct stars cemeteries. Out of the whirl of terrible visions, which they are webbed, they reach tentacles and threads of Dark to the seamy side of worlds, plunge victims into mouths and consume them alive and crying Omniscient, indifferent, solitary, nameless, thoughtless He spreads like a throbbing black hole, which shed crimson miasmas looks like swelling veins. One and indivisible with endless obsidian throne, his shapeless mas gobbles to muffled, deranged weird ruff and quiet monotone sobs of damned flutes in the mysterious paws. In pitch-dark boiling chaos, where Other Gods awkwardly hobbles without sense to vile roar and dissonant squeals, sultan of demons greedily gnawing putrid bones of immortals. Delighting by howling of victims, he forces the origin of universe to crack spreading the vomit of life to the tears of dying worlds. He is cynic, insane, vindictive and wouldn't take anyone, who dare make the things he can doing only – befoul alchemy: create alive out of death Solely, in the black ether feather edge of abyss. Beneath countless aeons of infinity, in kaleidoscopic vortex of space. He follows where his blind eyes seeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
