Face of the Wormhole - Rings of Saturn

Crackled, callused hands gripping the emaciated frames of all loved ones

Neurotoxins turning them opaque

Liquefying brain matter to capture your mind in binary code

Paralysis in the time vortex

A mouth emerges from the face of the wormhole

Something truly ancient is lurking throughout the deep, as it is moving in

silence

Crackled, callused hands gripping the emaciated frames of all loved ones

Neurotoxins turning them opaque

Liquefying brain matter to capture your mind in binary code

Paralysis in the time vortex

These, these are, the afflicted, cursed, and broken souls

Ritual blood, reanimate

Their, their grief is manifesting so it can be known

Such a need to eradicate

Loathsome ideology

Spread to every newborn child

Spread to every newborn child