I wear the crown of razor-thorns above tangled, twitching cables

Protruding from a bloodstained mouth wide in soundless agony

I, wreathed in tortured wires in the displaced gulf

Scorched hand gnarled around spheres of collapsing time

Pitiable fragments of war-ravaged cities creep behind horizons

Clawing through the toxic fumes and pits of atrophied hope

Humanity flees into sewers infested with seething terrors

Poisoned herds digested by an aeon of stagnation



I see nothing but the vastness of the envenomed stars

I scream towards

The transitional suns in a dilating reality

I've seen everything but the vacuum of infinity

I'm the one who trampled glass into God's grave of filth



Beneath the crumbling relics of the machinated empire

The unsullied throne becomes the pestilential tomb

Voices without mouths shriek words without expression

Minds without matter writhe in formless, wretched hunger



We are the life after death

We are the nightmare suspension

We are the cultivated hell around the transforming relic

The AXIS OF PERDITION



It's post-human stellar beauty of the coldest sphere

It's the entrancing glare of an imploding world

It's black hole noise, whispers of singularity

Subsonic star-choir on the astral frequency

It's the volatile retort of the chaos contortion

It's the nightmare desynchrony of the dying god

It's realities torn away in planetary rape

It's the gift of unspoken cycles



This is it......This is the end of time!