Riding the wings of black solar flares
Masters of the dark laying waste to the children of the future
They whispered in their head like deranged laughing ghosts
They hold the spine and sip
Directly from the innocent
Their rending claws
Attached to our perception like binding chains
Hungry for your essence and longing to lap up your failure
Pay them no mind
The dead specters that laugh while you persevere and falter
It was his expanding brilliance distilled from nobility
Etched in the fabric of his essence and energy
For in his nature was the path to grow up and out
Excellence sprouting from composted fear and doubt
Left hand path magi's hiding truth and inverting
All they know in hidden symbols
Diabolical magicians, polar opposite of the divine
Malign, clinging to a rabid cult
Dominating this dimension
Feeding on opportunities to lie
Know their wrath
Cyrix raised his sword
Aflame in righteous blaze
Into the heart of the unfurling sun
Casting sacred incantation spells
Raving, hungry for souls
Demons feeding on a pleroma of dying light
They only way they survive
Pulling from the absolute
A metallurgic battle tome of exalted insight and blinding prayers
Gazing in obsidian stone
Traveling out of the void we go
As the flame of truth pierced into it's deluded veil
It ripped into the blackest of solar hearts
Amoria could be heard singing in the skies above
The siren song lifting my soul out of the void now risen
Through layers of the vortex root
Crawling like a newborn out from the ocean
Up from the depths where the bleakest of trials
Wag their tongues at your spirit
We have been waiting for ourselves all along
Living altars to the one true infinite spiraling all
Microcosms of the perfect original
Expanding brilliance distilled from nobility
Etched in the fabric of our essence and energy
And so sprung Cyrix through the ancient stargate grave
Back into the heart realm from which he came