The screams are lost
Shocked from their foiled feeding
The world is cold
Dark immersions
Lying in the wake of the cold blast
Dying regions
Lying in the wake of the cold blast
Facing all your fears
The end of times are here this is your past
Here comes the trap
The earth a traceless smoke cloud
Black rings of dust
Dark matter
Dark matter
A ray of ashen powder
A blinding flash
Dark matter
Dark matter
Invocation
Invocation
Wasted lives in isolated storms of perfection
The arrival of your end
The silence in your hands
Draining with a violent force
Wasted lives in isolated storms of perfection
The arrival of your end
The silence in your hands
Draining with a violent force
Dark matter
Dark matter
Dark matter
The invocation of the end
Dying regions
Lying in the wake of the cold blast
Facing all your fears
The end of times are here this is your past
Here comes the trap
