Ascendancy from Astral Throne by Ora

Becoming oblivion
In the guise of a shepherd
Admonished by diluted minds
Their hate was given to me

I will not become another son
Watch as the sky turns obsidian
I cannot believe in only one
I must construct oblivion

Rewriting my universe
This nescience will consume me
Show me the morning star
A fragment of the almighty

I will not become another son
Watch as the sky turns obsidian
I cannot believe in only one
I must construct oblivion

When all is lost
Will I be free?
When all is lost
Will we see?
This is it
There's nothing else

Maligner, Desire
Consume and spew these words
Voracious, primitive
Deceive the benighted

When all is lost
Will I be free?
When all is lost
Will we see?
This is it
There's nothing else

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