Beyond the realm of which the mortal eyes can perceive
Lies dominions beyond the known fabrics of infinity
Beyond the realm of which the mortal eyes can perceive
Lies dominions beyond the known fabrics of infinity
Each of them woven into the seams that bind us all as one
The mystic, the seamstress, overlooking the natural order of space and time
Has now seen a disturbance that creates a destructive ripple unlike that
Which have been given way to before
One that could eradicate everything
Wiping clean the canvas of beauty
That the universe has created and staining it with the taint of corrupt intention
The attack begins
Bearing and gnashing their teeth
The merciless shadows
Make their way through the countless settlements
Upon the numerous worlds
Leaving behind the remnants
Of a wealth of light
Basking in the dark aura
The fabrics of essence are tampered with by the Overlord
The Overlord
Life is now finite
Defined only by
The ever-inclosing iniquity cloaked in the cold, lifeless shade