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They came before time had a name.
Hands of gravity, fists of flame.
They whisper through the solar winds
The Architects have risen again!

Skies tremble when they breathe,
Worlds collapse beneath their feet.
In ancient tongues of stellar ash,
They write extinction, destroy, and clash.

Forge the core, bend the flame,
Split the heavens, erase our name.
Civilizations scream in vain,
The star ignites, no star remains.

Your sun was a gift...
Now it is your doom.

Architects! Of the dying star!
You built the nova that tears apart.
No god. No grave. Just a  gravity hole—
crafted by the architects of old.

Light-years fall like grains of sand,
They bend time in space at their command.
We dared to resist, we chose defiance,
But our sun now roars in their alliance.

Supernova servants rain up from hell,
Planetary tombs where rebels dwell.
The architects do not forgive the weak—
They simply erase, END TIMES LOOK BLEEK.

Collapse! Ignite! Obliterate!
You watched your sky disintegrate.
Collapse! Ignite! Obliterate!
Your gods are gone—it's far too late.

We sent our warnings into space…
But silence answered with molten grace.
Our oceans boiled, our temples fell,
We built a heaven, and woke up in hell.

Architects! Of the dying star!
You built the nova that tears apart.
No god. No grave. Just a gravity hole
crafted by the architects of old.

We saw the light.
We thought it was hope.
But it was judgment.
IN THE FORM OF A HOLE.

THE ARCHITECTS

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