The Funeral Of All

The eye on the throne opens
And the Ain Sof stares out mad
The dark waters tremble and roil
For an abyss lies beneath the world
And the seven watchers are dead

Primeval supremacy of divine
Devouring beasts from the void beyond time
Heed my call, descend upon the cosmos
Drown his creation in oceans of blood
As empire falls, enclosing by ashes
All life fades into nothing

And there was silence

I listen to the beautiful sound
Of a crying God in hopeless despair
As tears of doom raining from the sky
The time has come for all to die

Ancient ones, nameless ones
Greet us with everlasting Chaos
With acausal sublimity

In ritual devotion I invoke Thee
Spirits from the aeon of Azoth
Awaken from your sleep and embrace us
And bring us the funeral of all!

The grand precipitation of truth
Purifies the deficient filth of being

Weak life, the light of a lone second
Amid the liberation of eternities

What I see is a dying world in ruins
Silent remains in dismal shape of night
In a frozen and desolate wasteland
My vision of bliss is absolute

At last, I can rest in peace

This, the creations last chapter
Everything feels so complete
Only me and soundless death remains
Surrounded by dark, silent bareness
As I leave this aeons of sorrow behind
I enjoy my very last breath
And with a smile I walk

The eye on the throne is open
And the Ain Sof stares out mad
The dark waters tremble and roil
For an abyss swallowed the elders world
And the seven gates are forever broken

Primeval supremacy of divine
Devouring beasts from the void beyond time
Heed my call, descend upon the cosmos
Drown his creation in oceans of blood
As the old serpent slaughter the sun
All life fades into nothing