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The darkness approaches

On the wings of steel we fly towards it, with a purpose

Our souls are one with the heart of our craft

As it is cradling us. We hear its whispers in our dreams.

Each and every one of us was born for that purpose alone

To go blindly on an infinite quest of knowledge

Guided by the ancestral visions of greatness and conquest

In the songs of the ancients we grow.

The weak shall be purged by their inner demons

The fragile minds crushed to bloody dust

For the realms of nightmares prey on those

Whose consciousness and morals are impure.

The gates of the dream realms are opened

We rush toward a dim, flickering light

In the far distance a portal can be seen

The delicate shape made of marble bone.

The craft of the forefathers that has

Sheltered us for so long

Is rushing towards the final destination of our quest

As we pierce the veil of the doorway our guide awakens

His third eye shines now, guiding the ark to the other side.

Upon arrival we see the place where hopes of millions

Are lost

In the impossibly vast field of decay and entropy

Millions of empty husks of the leviathan that came

Here before us

They float, the hearts, once strong, now so still,

The spirits cold.

The center of the system is close now as we cross

The depths of space

Leaving behind the cemetery of those that failed

In their quest

At last the vision appears of what has been waiting

For us all along

The black star shines in the center so clearly

Drawing us in.

The dark sun, the primal force of entropy and unlife

The central focus and the axis of the universe

Is within our reach now

The black light shines upon our craft, as we start the ritual

The blood flows freely, the energy is given and swallowed.

The icons of destruction, the symbols of dissolution

Are raised up high

The eyes weep crimson, the mouths chant

In the forbidden tongue

Hail to thee, the harbringer of the end !

Oh, black sun, rise in your dreaded glory !