Vortex Of The Dead

Whorion

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A leak in the cosmos, will tear apart eternal sky, with the wrath of chaos
Screams of airless lungs fills the space of emptiness. Opening the way to the core
Your God is dead. Pressure of the vacuum, will blow your eyes
For the sky will be painted, blood of the weak
Erased with destruction, a chance for perfect race
Vortex of the dead, gathering of our hollow souls. Lost forever in the darkest room of the void

Skinned alive by the rage of the true force. Sucks life to an empty hole
A storm of thousands corpses, revealing the birth of time. Collision of the inception, undivine path to an end
No prophecy foretold the will of cosmic matter
The heat of atomic thunder, effervesce the tissues to one
The vortex of the dead, gathering of our hollow souls. Lost forever in the darkest room of the void

For there's no beginning, without perfect extinction. The end of your aeon, a rise for new form of life

Erased with destruction, a chance for perfect race
Vortex of the dead, gathering of our hollow souls
Lost forever in the darkest room of the void