Cosmic machine, drifts in blackened seas
Gifted a lethal touch
The red giants debris
The antonym to its past
Where death is beauty and life gleams
A denial of an absence
This vacuity
An oblivion with no release
Warden of light
Mislead to strife
An iris in the sky
Swallow
Rebellious to its life
The spawn of new creation
Resurface truths, old temptations
Shape the pictures that please
Chains rattle like knives
So dark, and cold
Our fragile lives
This final growl
A primal prowl
Bone on bone grinding into powder
Erase our gift, of mortality
Warden of light
Mislead to strife
An iris in the sky
Swallow