Adversarial - Spiraling Towards the Ultimate End

Man's crowns: chains that break against the tempest
Even the archetype with its wings drowns in these waters
And there is none divine here...
But a ravenous pit of darkness
And an icy grip on the ghost of time...
Bones, fathoms and the howling of stars
Spiraling towards the ultimate end

Origin within inconceivable death
To plunge into these waters, is to face the primal god

Roots from a gallows tree
In the ghost light of the first star
Immolated in effigy
Spiraling into naught

Cold - coils unwind in the deep...