He sees his world through the crystal state of departure

The hooves echo the approach of the third coming

On it's back a goddess with shining black armour

The steel that will separate the will from doing

Closing in as he falls to his knees, surrounded by

Plasma of dying chapters

Life succumbs to silence, desire alone to the dying

Of inner banes

His hands no longer grasping contraction as he laughs



Winds play their mourners dirge through heaps of corpses

The hooves thundering the arrival of the final coming

Carrying forth the seeds of eternal night

So that the Shadow may sleep, eternity weeps

While we laugh and remain forever



She feels the cold floor giving no comfort as she fades

The hooves echo the approach of the third coming

On it's back the faceless her Elder Ones saw

The agents of microcosmic change shattering the megalith

Stories told, divinity unfold

She passes on, yet remains in Smirr

Cold remains scattered in dead void dreams