ORIGIN

The Void was the origin
Tranquil in all its infinity
Silence prevailed until the first inhale cut this serenity

Deep was the voice of Khora
Anxious in all its abysmality
Within the core of the vortex, completely another entity began to breathe

Dreary and cold was the womb
Horrifying in all its dismality
Within this yawning abyss, sprouted a seed to disharmony

In depths of the womb of Khora
The shadow in its all malignity
Hovered on the primordial water and infected the sea of immensity

In a cradle most primeval
Suddenly woke up the purest of evil

Oppressive was the presence of this newborn child
Hideous tentacles crawled under a skin of the great purity

At depths of a womb of Khora
The shadow in its all malignity
Crawled on a walls of the cervix, its tongue could almost taste a surface

Cold are the deserts of Khora
Dead in all their unluminosity
Into a myriad dimensions divided and overwhelming for the chaos's eye

In a cradle most primeval
Suddenly woke up the purest of evil