At the Edge of the Universe

I was born to reign in northern vasts Shining sun and hazy night kept my chambers I was born to serve this world Born to serve this world For northern margins to abound the universe with feisty grace I was born to reign and protect, but sometimes I feel as going through captivity, captivity and despair Where the light of the stars is fading Where the meanings don't exist Where the entity falls down the ice-hole There is my freedom on the edge of the universе My mother was a bright cold star And my father was the hеat of Earth hearth She fell down from the skies into the hearth and melted down There my destiny was born immortal and shinning for the eternal search Of my terrene freedom, of my terrene freedom Where the light of the stars is fading Where the meanings don't exist Where the entity falls down the ice-hole There is my freedom on the edge of the universe For northern margins to abound the universe with feisty grace Where the light of the stars is fading Where the meanings don't exist Where the entity falls down the ice-hole There is my freedom on the edge of the universe

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 30, 2026