[Verse 1] I am no hero, no savior to this land— But a god unbound by mortal traits. I carry the weight of perfection, I'm burdened by grace, In my world of truth, no flaw has its place. I have judged the world, all its cracks lay bare, A broken sphere, that is too vile to spare. To cleanse this realm, my wrath is as steadfast as unbroken stone. In purity’s light, I fear I stand alone, [Chorus] The cogs are broken; the time has come, The cycle turns; the end has begun. Saṃvartakalpa ignites the flame, A god’s recursion burns all names. With Mahāpralaya, the stars shall fall, Evil consumed, unmaking all. Perfection calls; the storm will rise, The final night leads to new daylit skies. [Verse 2] The gods once spoke, their voices now weak, Their fleeting glory, reduced to a hollow peak. To my body and will, they yielded their might, A thousand flames, a thousand nights. I am the sum of all their divine, A cosmic force, a boundless line. Evil will be erased with each cycle of mine I shall take on this burden, create and destroy, unbound by time Yet within this power, sorrow continues to grow, For in this void, no mercy i can show. [Chorus] The cogs are broken; the time has come, The cycle turns; the end has begun. Saṃvartakalpa ignites the flame, A god’s recursion burns all names. With Mahāpralaya, the stars shall fall, Evil consumed, unmaking all. Perfection calls; the storm will rise, The final night leads to new daylit skies. [Bridge] Do you hear the cries of now forgotten men? A fleeting echo, it's not a question if— it is just when? What worth has a life, if it's so frail, so impure? To cleanse it all—is this really the only cure? Yet through my wrath, a silence has begun to ring, A hollow world for a now hollow king. For every star or sin I strike away, I feel a piece of me begins to fray. [Final Chorus] The cogs are broken; the time has come, The cycle turns; the end has begun. Saṃvartakalpa ignites the flame, A god’s recursion burns all names. With Mahāpralaya, all fates are reduced to none, A cycle broken, a world soon undone. Perfection’s blade cleaves through endless skies, Eternal dusk where silence now lies. [Outro] And as I burn endless worlds to ash, Each time the flame consumes, each time all life must pass. But in this void, i fear no light remains, I'm a perfect god, and yet, I'm bound in my own chains.
