Heralds Of The Formless One
Communication has been made
Brothers, rejoice at our luck; we are saved from the plight of the pilgrim
Our journey comes to an end, now our ships can descend
Our engines fueled by our faith held with Him
Spurred by the heat of their star, colonizing the far, frigid reaches of their galaxy
Progress
Is this a suitable world? Set the beacon and signal
Our mission may yet end in success
On the edge of existence, we found his domain
On the edge of insanity our minds must remain
Maddened into servitude, our beings undone
On the edge of existence ride Heralds of the Formless One
We were like you, we sought the skies
Craving meaning to existence, we found God's domain
The Eldritch horror of formless frame
We gazed into the abyss, the abyss, it gazed back
Want for nothing. Pray for nothing
Endless nihility, may this rapture bring
Oh, the futility of existing
Infinite eyes yet he sees nothingness; from the black hole he reigns
If only they knew
They could rejoice at their luck, they are saved from the plight of existing
Their journey comes to an end, shortly they can ascend
Cosmic fodder, you are blessed to assist him
Technological greatness; the torch of the land, slumbering leviathan in the form of a moth
But alas, the beacon emits, this world sits remiss; these formless tendrils coalesce in mass
On the edge of existence, we found his domain
On the edge of insanity our minds must remain
Maddened into servitude, our beings undone
On the edge of existence ride Heralds of the Formless One
Accept your gift for progressing the Kardashev scale
Spacial devourment. Heed this pull to the end as gravity betrays
Crushing dirge of hopelessness. Cosmophagic engorgement; your physics are dismayed
Drinking in the threads of time; convergent time loops have you frozen as your atoms rot away
Nebulous deity
Your hunger beckons
Even Space must Obey
Brothers, rejoice at our luck; we are saved from the plight of the pilgrim
Our journey comes to an end, now our ships can descend
Our engines fueled by our faith held with Him
Spurred by the heat of their star, colonizing the far, frigid reaches of their galaxy
Progress
Is this a suitable world? Set the beacon and signal
Our mission may yet end in success
On the edge of existence, we found his domain
On the edge of insanity our minds must remain
Maddened into servitude, our beings undone
On the edge of existence ride Heralds of the Formless One
We were like you, we sought the skies
Craving meaning to existence, we found God's domain
The Eldritch horror of formless frame
We gazed into the abyss, the abyss, it gazed back
Want for nothing. Pray for nothing
Endless nihility, may this rapture bring
Oh, the futility of existing
Infinite eyes yet he sees nothingness; from the black hole he reigns
If only they knew
They could rejoice at their luck, they are saved from the plight of existing
Their journey comes to an end, shortly they can ascend
Cosmic fodder, you are blessed to assist him
Technological greatness; the torch of the land, slumbering leviathan in the form of a moth
But alas, the beacon emits, this world sits remiss; these formless tendrils coalesce in mass
On the edge of existence, we found his domain
On the edge of insanity our minds must remain
Maddened into servitude, our beings undone
On the edge of existence ride Heralds of the Formless One
Accept your gift for progressing the Kardashev scale
Spacial devourment. Heed this pull to the end as gravity betrays
Crushing dirge of hopelessness. Cosmophagic engorgement; your physics are dismayed
Drinking in the threads of time; convergent time loops have you frozen as your atoms rot away
Nebulous deity
Your hunger beckons
Even Space must Obey
Credits
Writer(s): Conner Posz
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