Quest Failed (Medievalfolk, Chiptune, Dungeonsynth)

Heed the sublime
My own quest hath failed
As the innocent wailed
The greater good prevailed

Mother Hive-Queen thou gifted me with a mind so keen
To anticipate on things you have not forseen
Forgive me for sacrificing thou royal heir
For reasons I'll soon maketh clear

Mother, I hope thou forgiveth me

This path thou did not forsee

A chill, a still, infecteth my bones
An evil bigger than any game of thrones
Through fear, a seer I hath become
A future that maketh this world undone

Whispers speaking of death and decay
Visions of time's warping dismay
Blackest of hole despoiling its core
Creeping through the dimensional door

A chill, a still, infecteth my bones
An evil bigger than any game of thrones
Through fear, a seer I hath become
A future that maketh this world undone

I'm no mere pawn
A highly unique spawn
I chase the biggest threat
Else I'd be crippled with regret

Black hole?
Something they stole
Blacker than coal defying protocol
A black rose?
Stuck in eternal pose?
And both must close?

Archnemesis, friend of mine
Are thou ready to defend time?
For the blackest of holes must be found
Stop our world from being unwound