Primordial Nebular Murder...
What terrors have we brought unto the Crimson Cosmic
As we melt our veins into it.
Alunar's walls bare, yet the bell still rings
The towers swallowed, the amalgamation cast,
yet the bell ever tolls...
Merge onto us as we suffer the righteous burden,
The Collapsing Consciousness...
Massive waves of anti-cosmic Unlife
Indescribable force of Human-dubbed M17
Suffocate and seize all life and death
Repurpose the eyes, the lungs, the skull,
For everlasting furnance pipes.
Pump your anti-matter deep into the hollow nest
In which all lights shine
A sea of cosmic torments strike the Fetus, Alunar...
Track Name: Aureole - Void Obsidian: NGC 2246
10,000 onyx hands spawn
from the wretched Infant's Vertex...
Suffocate the crimson hellfire
With an age in every palm.
The Infested Belltower echoes Their calling...
Upon the Nebular Collapse.
Enslaved Nebula of M17,
We are aware of the macrocosmic truths
The trespass of all life,
Our graveyards empty
We become the gaseous Red.
The Earthly realms from which We are made of
hold no ground to the solar pillars of inconceivable law.
A cosmic funeral for a creation never declared,
We weave the essence of the first light into your skulls."
A choir from Their newborn hourglass vomits dark matter upon the stellar remnants...
The castle shattered, the stone scattered, the infant-creature soaring,
death cast from each visage of it's form and bell
Aural anticosmic massacre, supernovae corrupt
We witness the rise of Alunar's heart
a monstrosity of colorlessness and behemoth of velocity...
[M17 fades, the red destroyed by the black hands of Alunar's twisted form.
The nebula retains nothing but the unworldly foundation of the citadel,
Alunar rebuilds it's lonely home... Returning to it's natural state... Calling out for family...
Tolling for the senility of it's own hourglass.]