A Sea of Dead Tranquility

Descending from lunar choirs

Burning with abyssal fire

A visitor from afar

Declare I own the stars

Creation's sovereign bend the knee

Purge life seek the perfect tranquility

The heavens crack beneath my gaze

I tear the veil of fleeting days

Through silent realms, I drift, unseen

To cleanse the flawed, restore the serene

No mortal cry, no fragile breath

Can halt the tide of tranquil death

In every star, my mark is traced

In every world, all life erased

I rise where chaos once was born

I forge a peace in cosmic scorn

Eternal silence, vast and deep

In perfect calm, the void shall weep