why do the suns gather my geomioclatic energies?
i deliver folden gods and decrepit monogoriums
sit quietly, little gem
listen to my tale of loret nastasios.
do we desire the genfared cosmos?
no, the cataclysmic wisps cover aeons of fear
i sing into the belly of the universe
and born of it we praise the All-Destroyer
Fallen, The Aegis of Ganymede
I grant you these hopeless wishes
We are on the cusp of annihilation!