Dead Of Winter

Furnace Of Nihil

Dead Of Winter


Furnace Of Nihil

Mira, the red giant, swells in exhaustion 
Aged, pulsating, expanding and contracting 
The agonized growth, and forced collapse immanent 

Poised and waiting for the transformation 
The decaying and spent beast self immolates 
Unlocking nightmares of sweltering eradication 

Insidious layers of mass, stream through the interstellar 
And engulf world by world 
Enveloping the infinities with the strangle of abolition 
All paths could only lead to damnation 

Thrust off into hinterlands of spectral obscurity 
Suspended in the furthest and most frigid pocket of abandon? 
Or remain and be drought, scorched 
And painted three shades of grim 
At last, the cataclysmic finale awaits 
Entombed in the furnace of nihil! 

Earth is cremated... 
As Mira staggers, dwarfing all existence!