A dim light conceived to set, Invading these gelid grounds. A stillborn prophet descends the mountains, Forsaking symmetry in urge to act. Our possibilities were consumed The mirage of balance finally traversed First as tragedy, then as farce I rejoin with all creatures To trigger the epilogue. We are the unconscious poison That sparks the corrosion of every pure image. We are the immanent rupture That forces horizons to collapse Dismantling visions for entities to come We are the terminal negation In order to affirm. Feast on your idols Feast on your messiahs Feast upon me. I offer a body to be dismembered For this oracle to be achieved. The orb dissolves by the sands of fate. To conquer truth is to wither sight. Trace the line upon our eyes. I am catastrophe.