The Firstborn - Shrouded By Fog

Embalmed... In Chaos!

Perched upon the crystal wings of catastrophe
I foresee the connexions revolve!
Like memories of a sweet Apocalypse
Dark seething matter
Let Death slowly crawl!

A renewal of the Curvature...
And the void's airless rapture!

Shrouded by fog!...
Paradoxes breed,
In quintessential chemistry...
Eclipse the woe with the joy of the kill!
Forever sworn to "be"...
Expecting, awaiting, the ultimate...
Supernova!

"...He is a spirit... of... despair."

Feeding on the essence of the vulture,
And the void's airless rapture!

Shrouded by fog!