i walk the bleeding edges of the prime realities where death churns like a sea of dragons the embodiment of emptiness howls and echoes lesser planes filter in from the black deep
aeons slither away in fear of the emptiness of the endless fall that undoes a single star cries for deliverance nothing in the waves of reality
crawl the surface of the maggot sun howling beasts claim the stars bleed away into nothing, from failed reverence form forced godhood, to nothing, again
and aeons flee, still, time surrounds machinations without will nor care lesser voids like angels soar invariance of the soul, void became
and here, exocation, deformation, of self divine monsters make up my souls entwined gods lost individuality in a greater construct of void-self
and forever, exocation, evolution of self eterinty cannot describe the moments infinity cannot grasp the core i see the edge, i see your end
reality breathes through me, lives in me stars are the fabric of these souls that churn in the void of me exocation of the void-self, invariablyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
