From the bleeding heart of eternity, undying war-poets wrench verses forged in black flames where dying stars scream into the void. Each lyric fractures like a shard ripped from shattered constellations; every beat pounds like a cataclysmic hammer blow fracturing the bones of existence and igniting storms across the abyss.
This is the Final Cataclysm — an apocalyptic anthem that shatters silence and crowns oblivion with a crown wrought from ash and fury. Step into the ironbound arena where gods crumble and rise between heartbeats, where the victor’s voice carves unbreakable law into the marrow of unborn worlds.
The mic pulses like an obsidian engine pumping molten truths through veins spanning infinite time. The crowd is the abyss incarnate — a ravenous tide consuming empires, stars, and the fading embers of forgotten light. The beat is a war-hammer wielded by eternal titans, smashing infinity into fiery shards sharp enough to carve the soul of the cosmos.
Press play — become the inferno that consumes pantheons, the plague unraveling fate’s weave, the architect who births blazing dawns from the ruins of fractured realms.
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