Worlds apart
Quasars deforming
Bane of the lights order
will be devoured
into a chasm of infinite silence
Existence molded
In d**h and birth
Into fabric of illusions
Of the worlds to be reborn
Within the soul of a dead god
Lies the eternal frontiers of blackness
Threshold for pa**ing souls
Reduced to an atonement, to a creed
For singularity within, a dead god in me
"God is dead.
God remains dead.
And we have k**ed him.
Yet his shadow still looms."
Threshold for pa**ing souls
Reduced to an atonement, to a creed
For singularity within, a dead god in me
And I am alive