Aspect — Be'lakor

Name the aspect of oblivion That instilled in you such dread In the moment that was waiting Where the causal chain had led

Describe the pure finality Of that twisted, cold eruption And attempt to comprehend Unparalleled destruction

Unclench your teeth and meet your demise Behold the fate you always desired

Standing on the brink, we see our home is lost A sacrifice led to the slaughter Black flickers grit the cusp Hands clasped under falling soil

Drip down faintly by dark whispers A torrent into madness

Blunt nails shred the life from your face Fetid strips of decaying hope Drift down gently

In obsidian water Your pale arms reach for me Beckon me closer

In silence at last A peace we always wanted We cease to be