The cold of Aten

Gods I shattered like masks of clay,

And behind them found the void, breathing light.

Aten is no god—Aten is the gaze

That burns the one who dares return it.

**Aten! Sol Invictus!**

The gold of temples runs as molten shame,

While priests whisper curses through abandoned halls.

Alone I remain with the truth,

A burden heavier than every crown.

**Aten! Sol Invictus!**

One light, one terror.

A god without a face, without mercy,

A flame that consumes the one who finds it.

**Aten! Sol Invictus!**

You sought the One,

And the One consumed you.

Now you are neither king nor priest—

Only ash beneath the indifferent sun.

*Aten... Sol Invictus...*