Star Swallower - Fister

No men have led us here

No man can fathom this

Forgotten are the omens

No life, no memories

No men have led us here

Cold thrones abandoned

Cryonic landscapes unfold and collapse

Frozen kings twisting into broken galaxies

Forgotten are the dystopian heavens

Time has no purpose

No stars burn here

Where silent gods masturbate to the

Angelic sounds of dying solar systems

Expanding weakened flesh, a massive

Whirlpool of gore ejaculating itself

Aimlessly through space

The fabric has shattered

Under the weight of its own pointlessness

Only to reveal a darker emptiness

A truer reality that will be known by no human

Flattening forevers

Stretching out the colorless dimensions

Voiceless perfection

Detached from emotion

Unaware of the disruption in its flawless undoing