Into Aphotic Devastation

By Evoken

On Atra Mors

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A soundless realm, an unforgiving place where time seems endless

Its creation concealed; its myth an unparalleled wonder

Light cannot escape the sole purpose of ultimate obliteration

Bending, swirling; a senseless storm which has no rival

Shown as the bereavement of gods, the foundation of matter shall crack

Worlds shall never go unscathed within its fabric of unrelenting punishment

Mankind's burden to bear within the age to bring hell upon heaven

Anthology of the coiled reality, damned to inherit the blessed

It is not the sick verse of immortality, but the conflict of belief