(In the wake of what's to come, more than one oracle in history point to a single date.
We are the last generation to exist before the war.
An ancient c**ture has predicted the date without any form of denial or doubt.)
Before the arrival of unmanifested worlds
Nothing exists but night and silence
In the unending vast yawning void
Gods are withdrawn in their supernal spheres
s***e and time are mere abstractions
Matter is non-existent in the absence of any organized
Vitality.
Time was not lying asleep in
Infinite duration
The mighty winter and long cold night
Of non-being
Realm of the fire melts the distant masses
Forming vapor in the void
The rivers of lives will embody
Untouched worlds.
No elements, no forms, no times
Yet to condense from primordial nebula
The dust of dead antecedent stars
The gaping abyss is alone
Overtones vibrate throughout sleeping shelves of s***e
Protosubstance becoming Orgalmer.
From the giants flesh planets were born
Raging seas of his blood
From his bones mountains rise.
Creative process of progressive manifestation
Marks the feeding of the tree of life.
The three have connotation of power to control.
Officiating at the rites of procreation
And bringing death by withdrawing consciousness
From the spheres of being
The rivers kingdoms pursue
Their courses of embodiment
Through the agents of creation and destruction.
The souls past decides judgment of its inner God
Domains now form
Existence reveals
Energy which travels through waters of s***e
And its place in the many layered regions of the dead
As humans will be born
So the threat to us is formed
In infinite s***e breeds,
A multiple of new seeds.
In regions of the universe will live rancorous beings
Set to subjugate
The Vervum they will seek
For the power struggle to control destiny.
We are the last generation to exist before the war.
An ancient c**ture has predicted the date without any form of denial or doubt.)
Before the arrival of unmanifested worlds
Nothing exists but night and silence
In the unending vast yawning void
Gods are withdrawn in their supernal spheres
s***e and time are mere abstractions
Matter is non-existent in the absence of any organized
Vitality.
Time was not lying asleep in
Infinite duration
The mighty winter and long cold night
Of non-being
Realm of the fire melts the distant masses
Forming vapor in the void
The rivers of lives will embody
Untouched worlds.
No elements, no forms, no times
Yet to condense from primordial nebula
The dust of dead antecedent stars
The gaping abyss is alone
Overtones vibrate throughout sleeping shelves of s***e
Protosubstance becoming Orgalmer.
From the giants flesh planets were born
Raging seas of his blood
From his bones mountains rise.
Creative process of progressive manifestation
Marks the feeding of the tree of life.
The three have connotation of power to control.
Officiating at the rites of procreation
And bringing death by withdrawing consciousness
From the spheres of being
The rivers kingdoms pursue
Their courses of embodiment
Through the agents of creation and destruction.
The souls past decides judgment of its inner God
Domains now form
Existence reveals
Energy which travels through waters of s***e
And its place in the many layered regions of the dead
As humans will be born
So the threat to us is formed
In infinite s***e breeds,
A multiple of new seeds.
In regions of the universe will live rancorous beings
Set to subjugate
The Vervum they will seek
For the power struggle to control destiny.