Of the Final Throes of Creation Lyrics

I beheld,
I beheld the fourth gate open.
And as I watched, A flood of virulent visions washed over my eyes.

I saw the arteries of time woven before me.
I saw talons. The talons of perdition.
I saw them reaching from beyond the black infinity.
I saw them sever the finale veins of Ens.

As one the countless mouths howl upturned,
As the edge of a spear becomes a void.
The countenance I saw of the divine cry out in agony.
And lo upon Empyrean blossoms
White conflagrations of purest death,
Cascading over the domains of the earth,
And cleansing the highest echelons of divinity.
A pillar of ash emerges as a new axis,
Whose roots are coils and whose crown is oblivion.

Cosmic storms and torrents of chaos
Spilling from the entrails of gods
Drowning the world in celestial filth
As the Universe impales itself.

And the Serpent will climb the black Obelisk
Through firmaments of cosmic gore.
And in the final throes of creation,
It will swallow the dying sun.