The wretched kings take to their thrones Enveloped in their miasmic filth An empty realm stretches out towards the fading horizon A thousand eons pass as they sit upon their thrones Their twisted tendrils spilling forth enveloping the world One by one the stars burn out succumbing to the dark Wretched beings, frozen still, waiting for the end of time The stars collapse, a singularity is formed Light cannot escape the overwhelming force The all consuming dark ravages the universe Time ceases to flow everything goes still The universe continues to expand over a Septillion Vigintillion years Until the black holes decay into nothing The universe ends.