Sept-Dracronic star raised in culmination above the dying
earth, at each point a devil crowned with a hundred
blazing suns, like so many flaming spear points born from
black oceans of naught. Sidereal phantasmagoric host
heralded from the abyss by the resonance of the first
cosmic Utterance. Fulgurous princes of tribulation
enshrined upon thrones of burning horns, seated above
visages of fury and scorn, the seven faces of the
Devourer who slithers through the black between the
stars.
I pray before the yawning maws of gluttonous ruin, the
divinity that shall swallow the heavens and sunder the
earth drowning all within the infinite ocean of darkness.
I give praise unto the seven daimons of the abyss, the
earth, and the twilight of this aeon's end. The lidless
gaze of the Eye of Typhon, an ebon igneous orb suspended
within the dark immensity of empty cosmos falls upon me.
The Autarch of the First and of the Last awakens within
me and I know attainment of the heights within the voidal
perfection of deep Tehom.
