Oblivion in Morsels - Imperial Triumphant

Below the unseen stars

Where the iron grows

Perfection in all ways

Pinnacle of the world

Hel.

a steel mouth

And teeth to bite the cosmos

Enthroned in gold lightning

Delivers unto us

Oblivion in morsels

Our skyscraping master

And those below

Whom gasp and squirm

May not as we will

Merely offerings to the mother machine

Blessed black smog

Consuming, constricting

They belong in their proper place

The depths