Gray, thoughts of gray overwhelm
The grand groan of a collapsing giant, shattering our prison
The bithplace of naive obedience
A revelation of existential dread
All values abolished
Life has no reverence
Just a reformed body with rotten entrails
The blood and skin unite
Self-delusion crumbles
The temple of alleged glory: Forlorn, left in ruins
Presence of willful slavery, followed by void
Scars upon scars. Nothing to remember
Gray, the mist, reflecting the past
Before the awakening arrogance, struggle for power
Yearning for the highest throne
In the city of whores
Deities feeding the peasantry with the vomit of futility
Trample the enlightened
The flame has been extinguished
The kiln asunder, only cinder remains
Gray
The reaper rides the winds of rays
Greeting us with scorching embrace
Let us join where time begins
To the winter of our existence
The new age of darkness, comes with all devouring light
Magnificent nebula
Trophy of death
Forever expanding
Summoning the chasm
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