At the Shrine of Light

Deep in the star constellation of Orion One massive blaze of the Alfa Orionis Worth of ten thousand suns combined together Lightyears away, far in the unexplored outer space Soon to explode into torrid bits Reaching the stage of supernova The scorching core pulsates within it Consisting of hydrogen, unstable nuclear fusions The devils eye, engulfed in devastating flames Devouring the vast spheres in near proximities This funeral pyre, serenade to total destruction Emerging into a black hole with never ending hunger Sound the alarm before it is too late This life will soon stop to exist as you are used to it The starved vultures arrive from hell's fire The smoldering clouds finally appeared above Orion As we expected

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

It is said that it's sometimes calm before the storm Worries, those are small, living it like the day before Nothing strange in the sky, nothing that would shatter the illusion In neither hemispheres, nor traces the bare eye could see Forced to live the day, while unwillingly we're led astray What technology can offer, it is not the way to salvation When the present day will end and the evolution chooses a different path Believing into something so strong, it can prove to be fragile When unleashed, the heat will melt every stone This event of great magnitude, uncontrolled Overshadowing our already distant past, our epilogue On these grounds it is certain that we were the last We were unaware of the approaching storm Nearing the signs of light, silently we march

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Imagine the scenes Awaken by the chantings Closing on light The way is here The wait is heeded The clouds are gathering Forming, aligning to the sun Blazing, strong rays, no turning out To face the eternal way, placing the wails Burning alive The oceans on the planet's face They are vaporized Deeper, dwelling to the unknown The time had came to reach this final state of termination whether it was too late Had I decided a different path earlier, perhaps This journey of souls, supressed, a neverending stream for divinity Now fulfilling and saturating in heat, to bath in eternal light The beams reach us, the ground is levelled Hot burning air, a gigantic pyre The sun once worshipped at the altars The universal degree fulfills above and beneath the ground we stand on Imagined the scenes Awoken by the chantings Closing on the source The wait was heeded The everlasting colours Spectres of total beatitude Symbiosis of belief and unawareness Entering the life through death The clouds are gathering Forming, aligning to the sun Blazing, strong rays, no turning out To face the eternal way, placing the wails Burning alive The oceans on the planet's face They are vaporized Deeper, dwelling to the unknown We are at the shrines of light

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025