Dark Fortress

Open the aethyr
With a creak like a quake
And a hiss of newborn stars
There is division, hither, homeward
We call to life
The Anti-Janus
The anti-door
That splits the mirror
We call to death
The dream of species
Release the qaos
We call to death
The insertia of incarnation
Twirling the vortex
Our gazes, hermetic,
Shall cause the tide of time to rip,
No longer morphically crucified,
Devour the form of all life
In their star-engulfing grip
Twin gaping black holes
Consume your flesh
In a helo of flearing spinning worlds
No longer human,
Your eyes are transcending