Cosmic Tides of Damnation
Mortuary Sickness
In the cosmic void
A crimson river flows
Consuming Celestial Body
As the darkness grows.
In the bleak midwinter
Frost bitten winds moan.
Earth as hard as iron
Water frozen like stone.
The celestial bodies lifeless, cold,
Icy tempests rending souls, untold,
Forsaken in this cosmic hold,
Slow decay, as stars grow old.
Feel the clench of cosmic doom,
From where he’ll consumes
Now take your final breath,
Embrace the void, the chill of death.
Fires of hope burning bright
upon the sites of unholy light
As darkness looms the cosmos descends,
In the bleak midwinter, the universe meets its end.
Snow descends from cosmic heights,
Frost encases the astral lights,
In the bleak midwinter,
All life ends, Ends.
Slaves to the hand of fate.
Poisoned worlds, in sickness dwell.
Eternally we wake, from cosmic tides we sleep.
From times before, death shall be no more.
Be no more.
Fires of hope in cosmic flight,
Upon the sites of unholy light,
As the darkness engulfs the cosmic bend,
In the bleak midwinter, all existence must end,
must end.
