A Thousand Millions Suns

Dress with the colors of mourning.
I am wearing the clothing of chaos and order.
To govern everyone.
To extinguish the usurpation of fallen consciousness.
My hands distill the ether of destruction.

And death claims the despair of many.
I trample the mountains, not to be seen but to see everything.
I am the storm that leads to torment.
The darkness is mine and the stars celebrate my name.

The unapproachable elixir.
In the unattainable depth of the Universe.
Punishing hell with forgetfulness and despair.

It is I who dispels discord and sows defeat in the heart of darkness.
My hands hold the retinue of hellish slavery.
I am the light, the unutterable darkness.