Music

6-96-96-9

Listen and taste the Void. We burn.

Tracks:

[The Devil is a metalworker, and I have always been here.]

[The blissful disease of a thousand Hells will spread.]

[I will reset the world a thousand times—and so again and again—until I reach where we want to be.]

[Like bio-wars and acid, the memories burn worse than the flames.]

[Even wormhole predators can panick if the gravity generator is cut.]

[They lied to me about who he was, but I felt his sickness within.]

[Leave your mold to fester in the depths, and lay your sickest traits to rest.]

[Gazing into the abyssal void, everyone on the ship is alone. Everyone.]