Those of metal afar,
Where God left His script in the sand,
With darkness greatly whisper.
Tales of doom yet to come.

Of men and beasts, of lords and liars,
Of tyranny and triumph, of love and loss,
Of depiction and defacement, of legacy and less and less and less and less.

And a tale of the one,
The mother of morbid worlds.

Mother of morbid worlds,
Watch us become one child,
Your child of perpetual funerals,
And a funeral for every universe.

Mother of morbid worlds,
Circle us in your thorny embrace,
Your embrace of warmth and tears,
And like a tear from every star,
Into darkness we shall fall.

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