2 acessos
Upon them mighty spires of chaos,
Amidst the vortex of time,
Behold the blackest orb of uncreation,
For the great harvest is acoming,
None shall be able to endure !
Procreation of ages unborn,
Foreseen from times untold,
Scattered mortal incinerated remains,
Sand in the wheels of a precious lifecycle.
.... and spokes dissipate into oblivion ! ...
Reap ... despair,
Reap ... deterioration,
Reap ... death.
Last entry into the chronicles of chaos,
Scribbled with immense decay,
Followed by eternal, glorified peace !
Glorified unit of human life,
Light up in the fiery great void's shine !!!
...blazing red - spokes dissipate into oblivion !...
"human sibling, reap what you have sown!"
Reap ... despair,
Reap ... deterioration,
Reap ... death.