[00:19.62]That which from chaos surfaced[00:20.25]in chaos shall eventually drown[00:22.71]buried in the same restless womb[00:23.37]from whence it once crept out[00:24.00]Be it the most majestic mountain[00:29.25]or a leaf floating down a creek[00:31.08]both equally pulverized in naught[00:32.73]under the merciless cosmic feet[00:33.45]Prayers are but waste of breath[00:55.92]they fade into the roaring storm[00:59.61]and even if they reached a god[01:00.18]not one could match this force[01:07.20]As Nothing consumes Everything[01:08.67]the glasshouse of creation shall shatter and fall[01:16.62]Like Lamia lurking by the cradle[01:17.34]the Mother has nurtured Her child[01:21.96]and as the hor of filicide is at hand[01:47.58]She acts without a tear or a smile[01:51.63]Accept the nature of the process[01:52.32]its monumentum can never cease[01:53.07]bend your knee, bow down your head[02:23.73]give praise to this grand release[02:24.39]As Nothing consumes Everything[02:28.56]the ****s of existence spring up no more[02:36.18]From dream to reality[02:36.69]from frail to perfection[02:44.49]from extant to noumenal[02:45.09]from one and one to none[02:45.63]As Nothing consumes Everything[02:59.07]no matter how sacred, all life must end