In the dust of a constellation,
Freezing breath and vision reside
With the ceaseless agitation
it collapses on itself
Burning every existence inside,
The inevitable fate of the chosen one
The equilibrium of power
Seemed to last forever, is destroyed
With the last beat of its heart,
The light devours the world
The light of death
It destroys everything within,
The light of death
Gives birth to everything again
Filling it with nothingness
The inevitable fate of the chosen one
The light of death
It destroys everything within,
The light of death
Gives birth to everything again
The vestiges of all creations and times
Perish in the flames of doom
And from the detritus of them
A nascent entity shall emerge