Facet of the razor plunged deep within the vein a suture of the cosmos merely stitched by dismay we stare in disbelief as all we know is washed away Now standing on the brink its but the end we're waiting for.
Oh weep my lord for times have change sultan embrace your new refrain. Ascend thy moon never to wane a just climax for all to fade. For times have change. embrace a new. embrace the end. for times have changed.
Bringer of life give us back to the stars. Bringer of doom take what's left to be consumed.
Mother gone. Brother dead and gone.