The hate within these endless moors formed by the spinning worlds
Ever moving darkness like the retaliation for the newborn galaxies
I slowly transform into the hollow dying star
Eternal abysses swirling on my burning skin
Moving firmly towards the center of my blackness

Of tempest and might
the gathering of the reverse luminous
This world is full of bizarre faint agony
Deflecting humming is the scar on the soundscape of falling planets
And the moonface returned into the world of fear
Our hands were bound
Tiara on the forehead of Sin
She will now remove the remaining

The rites of the old moon
Answers through our dimension
We are nothing but moving materia without meaning or destination

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