Ragnarok

In recondite realms of primeval oblivion,
Unmanifest darkness of dimensions unknown,
Oceans of gods, screaming their minions,
Beyond the pale light of mortality shown. 

The Worlds and their order but a feeble veneer,
A razor-thin sheath over abysses of black,
Soon to burst like a Nova in the mind of the Seer,
When the Lords of Chaos have found their way back. 

Loki to scream through the tabernacle's shrine,
Overturning the faith of the feeble Nazarene,
The gods upon the Flesh of the Universe shall dine,
The Void's splendor consuming the earths once so green.

Ragnarok come forth!! Let the Old Ones Return!
We await the dark breath of the Savage Dawn!
The Universe unveiled as the Stage that now burns,
A path now unraveled; that we never were on!!