Far beyond the falling stars,
beyond where sound forgets its name,
the Eternal Evil rises—
his armor carved in the first shadow,
his breath the ruin of a thousand suns.
The four titans tremble as the throne dissolves,
and space screams open like a wounded beast.
A whisper slithers through the broken air:
“Follow… if your fate dares.”
The void erupts—
Black tendrils coil around the battlefield,
pulling them into the dimension where
light dies without funerals.
Where gravity kneels.
Where time folds like wet paper.
“Æn vel’thur… ka’Rhazuun.”
(Ancient: “Darkness is the crown of all ends.”)
[PRE-CHORUS — Dimensional Rift Opens]
The sky melts into screaming colors,
the floor shivers, mirrors fracture,
and every reflection shows their corpses.
A thousand futures dead before birth.
The Eternal Evil steps forward—
not walking, but erasing the distance.
His voice echoes like a cathedral collapsing:
“Children of stolen glory…
you die where kings are unmade.”
[CHORUS — Void Dominion Theme]
Shatter the stars, O’ Void Ascendant,
crown of the endless night—
Let the universe tremble beneath your breath,
let creation break on sight.
“Vhal’torh Aes’rhun!
Drae’mon kal’thir!”
(Ancient: “Let existence bow. Let essence unravel.”)
The darkness spirals outward,
a black cyclone swallowing galaxies like embers,
and the Titans stand drowned in cosmic ash—
shaking, weapons dimming,
their courage carved thin like faint candlelight.
[VERSE II — Eternal Evil Takes Form]
His wings unfold—
two enormous crescents of living night,
dripping with nebula venom.
His eyes burn violet,
pupils thin
like the slit of a blade thirsting for blood.
“You enter MY realm.”
His words hit like tectonic plates colliding.
The ground becomes a sea of tendrils—
every step stretches reality
like skin pulled too tight.
Every breath warps the horizon
into broken spirals
that whisper their names backwards.
“Kel’vhar… es’tuun… qhar'vhal.”
(Ancient: “Your souls already kneel.”)
[BRIDGE — The Moment of Universal Collapse]
Lights flicker—
not because they weaken,
but because he decides they should.
Mountains of shadow slam upward,
planets crumble in the distance
like brittle clay struck by thunder.
The Titans roar, weapons drawn,
but their strength spills out of their bodies,
pouring into the floor
like blood dripping into an altar.
He raises one hand.
Reality bends like iron in a furnace.
“Bow.”
The void obeys.
[FINAL CHORUS — Descent]
O’ Eternal Sovereign of the Devouring Night,
tear the heavens open wide—
Let the cosmos drown beneath your rage,
let the final dawn subside.
“ÆSH THU’VRAN!
KA’RHEL VOR’THÆN!”
(Ancient: “All light shall kneel. All fate shall end.”)
The four titans fall to their knees—
not broken,
but realizing
they have stepped into a battlefield
that existed before gods,
before laws,
before hope had a name.
The Eternal Evil smiles—
cold, thin, effortless.
A smile that ends futures.
And the void sings:
“Welcome home… my Lord.”
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