The Coming of the Void

The light is fading…
The stars forget their names…
"Et silentium venit…"

Hear the sky it breaks in two,
The world bends beneath what’s true.
From the black, the breath of none,
The end begins it has begun.


Ashes fall like prayers unspoken,
Time itself is cracked and broken.
"Mors venit… lux fugit…"


The void is coming, the air turns cold,
Hearts turn stone, and gods grow old.
The sound of silence, sharp and wide,
All creation folds inside.


No dawn, no wind, no flame to see,
Only what was and cannot be.
The moon turns blind, the sea turns red,
The sky remembers all the dead.


"Tenebra surgit, anima cadit…"
It’s closer now it breathes, it feeds,
On memory, on faith, on deeds.
The violins scream, the angels drown,
And Orbus falls, without a sound.


The void is coming, beyond the gate,
Fate itself consumed by fate.
"Finis mundi… vocat abyssus…"
The last word dies before it’s said,
The world goes dark and all is dead.


The void remembers…
And waits again.