MARE COGNITUM

1. CRIMSON ABYSS: NGC 2237

Citadel of ancient sorrow
Turn your gaze to the void
Twisted amalgamation
Drift into the cosmic sea

Though your halls echo deep
And even ghostly visages begin to decay
Wander still into the night
To seek the province of the stars

Through years of isolation
The torch continues to burn
Brethren guard, seeking solace
Their dreams lying in the shadow of crimson wings
Beholding, in the distance
A sign of immeasurable hope

Commune - in solitude
Ascend - in nothingness
Flourish - in deprivation
And transfigure the wretched tomb

Hold the flame aloft
Into the black abyss

As hope begins to fade
And time loses all meaning
The brethren lie as stone
watchers of eternal silence
Until upon their eyes
rests the blazing sign

Commune - in solitude
Ascend - in nothingness
Flourish - in deprivation
And transfigure the wretched tomb

Hold the flame aloft
Into the crimson abyss

Hold the flame aloft
Into the crimson abyss

A horror of horrors awakens
The nebula stirring with malice
Twisting the wandering walls
into perverse and abhorrent forms

Waves of anti-cosmic energy
barrage the crumbling walls
and through the gaping wounds
enters the hideous infestation

The brethren rise to defend their home as it crumbles down before them
Hearkening the sounding of the bell, and rising to its call

Awestruck terror engulfs the torchbearers
Their home has betrayed them, and becomes their tomb


2. CRIMSON ABYSS: NGC 2238

A withered garden flourished thorns of shattered bone
And birthed flesh colder than the frigid storm
A pyre of frost and earth embracing the sky
Sealed with the feeble touch of death

Aside the memories of pallid mountains gleaned with flames,
Rest the calloused hands who held aloft the blaze

Though their eyes fade,
And wither in decay
Though the light fades,
The torch ever burns

Torn asunder by mangled stone and steel
And buried deep beneath themselves
Their voice beneath the earth whispers no more
Silenced by dust through gasping breath

Ghastly fingers run like daggers across the skin
To tear asunder fading blood held within

The sound of torrential suffering
Muted by weight of their dead
The tattered skin writhes no more
A husk of eternal sleep

Though their eyes fade,
And wither in decay
Though the light fades,
The torch ever burns


AUREOLE

3. VOID OBSIDIAN: NGC 2244

Primordial Nebular Murder...
What terrors have we brought unto the Crimson Cosmic
As we melt our veins into it.
Alunar's walls bare, yet the bell still rings

The towers swallowed, the amalgamation cast,
yet the bell ever tolls...
Merge onto us as we suffer the righteous burden,
The Collapsing Consciousness...

Massive waves of anti-cosmic Unlife
Indescribable force of Human-dubbed M17
Suffocate and seize all life and death

Repurpose the eyes, the lungs, the skull,
For everlasting furnance pipes.
Pump your anti-matter deep into the hollow nest
In which all lights shine
A sea of cosmic torments strike the Fetus, Alunar...


4. VOID OBSIDIAN: NGC 2246

10,000 onyx hands spawn
from the wretched Infant's Vertex...
Suffocate the crimson hellfire
With an age in every palm.
The Infested Belltower echoes Their calling...
Upon the Nebular Collapse.

Enslaved Nebula of M17,
We are aware of the macrocosmic truths
The trespass of all life,
Our graveyards empty
We become the gaseous Red.
The Earthly realms from which We are made of
hold no ground to the solar pillars of inconceivable law.
A cosmic funeral for a creation never declared,
We weave the essence of the first light into your skulls."

A choir from Their newborn hourglass vomits dark matter upon the stellar remnants...

The castle shattered, the stone scattered, the infant-creature soaring, death cast from each visage of it's form and bell Aural anticosmic massacre, supernovae corrupt We witness the rise of Alunar's heart a monstrosity of colorlessness and behemoth of velocity...
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[M17 fades, the red destroyed by the black hands of Alunar's twisted form.
The nebula retains nothing but the unworldly foundation of the citadel, Alunar rebuilds it's lonely home... Returning to it's natural state... Calling out for family...
Tolling for the senility of it's own hourglass.]