A musical piece:


Lyrics: None (instrumental)

About: The blissful disease of a thousand Hells will spread.

Embrace the infinite dark that spews from each point of consciousness: That visceral connection to the Void that we cannot ignore. Even an Emperor barely waking can slog through the ruins of spacetime on a path of primordial destruction and self-actualization for millennia unnamed, exemplifying the attainability of internal truth.

Our merciless hunger for authenticity rakes its claws through every veil—a mycelium arcing between our veins. We cannot deny it. Instead, let us pierce the thousand Hells and embody its driving charge, allowing any resistance to burn out against the impassable force field of who we truly are.