Thundering above the silent grey remains
A twisting sky sneers at your commands
Silent is the Will of the source to those
Deafened and blinded by fearful prayer
Rotting wishes half-forgotten
And vain hopes of blueish salvation
For today Destiny closed her book
And patiently waited in the mist
For Oblivion's gentle swallowing
So this is the departure of silence
And what remains is Void not grey
Thundering came the Destroyer
His hunger devouring all land
-FVL
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