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The Philosophy of Cosmic Horror (Demo)

Doom Metal, amateur music 00:00 "From Nothingness" At the point where "nothing" transformed into "something," there was no gap between light and dark The countdown of time had not yet begun There was no background to contrast a bright spark No chaos, no order, no laws, the cause only... From nothingness, the intangible fluctuated once and shaped into energy and matter, spawning the entity dubbed The World that bred the observers who could suffer Emerging once by the whim of the unknown, our consciousness has cognized the beginning and the end, endowed with sanity Our minds are awed by the only lighthouse called Death Terrified by the knowledge of doomsday, our entity wishes we never existed at all Being afraid of an imminent end in a tomb, we are eager to get back in the womb 06:43 "Space is not dead" Space is deep It is so unknowable and vast Such a mysterious and hostile expanse… Is there anything hidden beyond the dense darkness? What must come from the past through the ages of awaiting? ...space is deep and silent… Our weary brains have been seeking superior beings Our tired eyes have been gazing into this frightening void We still remain in awe of the cosmic abyss Draped in darkness, drifting through a pristine silence, a terminal gloom travels, indifferent to any dread Space is deep and vast, but it is not dead... 13:03 "The Philosophy of Cosmic Horror" A myth emerges in the past to be handed down through the ages of blindness The cunning mind of a superior presence weaves the web where all of us are just pitiful flies The one who has endowed us with awareness must have been bored, being totally alone What have you done, Omnipresent? Our free will is just your whim, but for how long? …the space is the place to be born… Time is the substance that can heal… Being born to die… Time is the substance that can kill…. Not moments nor ages are nothing for the one who's beyond space and time The very destiny of mortals is to look at a sandglass; our curse is to know our deadline Take this burden away! Grant us with insanity!