Whispering through the cosmos chaotic thoughts emerge. Lurid conception waiting to give birth. Sewing my stark seed of sadness this madness will take root and blooms gloom engulfs the mind. Frailty induces, my will intrusive.
Calling from the abyss, the mires of the mind. Precious mortal coil frantically unwinds. Hands no longer idle for you are not alone. I lead you to self slaughter. Fodder upon my throne.
To those who cannot be withered away, I am the thought that leads you astray. The lurid epiphanie that negates mortality... I am… Sentient Death

L’appel du vide Lurid Inception Darkest Reflection
From eons of banishment returned at long last to reap the souls of the realm from which I was cast. Echoing through the cosmos, leaching life from the frail. My influence malevolence creeping beyond the vale.
L’appel du vide
Illumination of mortification, festering imperfection
Darkest Reflection

Sewing my stark seeds of sadness this madness will take root and bloom as gloom engulfs you.

Call of the void. Beckoning the everblack.
Do not resist for there is no turning back.
Stripping soul from flesh and bone I am the reaper of the blind eternities.
L’appel du vide. A sinister sonata.
Harmonic shrill, the chorus of departure.
Lost in the wake succumb to me
lured by my sickening symphony.
Degradation of your mental faculties.
Pushed to the brink, the depths of insanity.
Reclamation of my throne I am the reaper of the blind eternities.