Feast upon the entrails of eternity Drenched with the molten blood of Stars The eyes of suns hang lifeless Upon what once was Solaris' throne A beauty in solitude, tranquil Nothingness A thousand frozen possibilities Shatter Against the will of the one who Remains To create from what is not, the anvil Of the void, the hammer of I And bring forth the thoughts of Utopia, made Real from the corpse of time. An empire vomited from the elite mind Purity tarnished by the want of Worship. A sacrifice made to dispel loneliness Surreal acknowledgment of shallow Wants To pay homage to an ego drenched lord.