Take them from us, the pitiful ones Pleading for bleak light's return... betrayed by impending dusk Finding no solace in the deeply lowering gloom They
Sleep in peace; dissolve while liest in your cold dust. Sleep amid your dark and dead, awake only to your common urn. All have fled to their "creators
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The tolling of cathedral bells Aloft in the still black chamber Calling forth the faithful From lives of wretchedness They rise in acquiescence To the
The moaning comes from upstairs I hear them, as if Upon the threshold of awakening Ebony tides sweep me away again Not waving, but drowning Skyward glance
Soundless in an overshadowed realm. What gust of wind -breath of god -is ever still? Crumbling; all time is swept away; the fever of memory. Repentance
Thoughts migrate nowhere, sullen birds of prey Swallowed by jet black dreams of death in foul slumber. A world beyond affliction; When the calling lulls
Inescapable Earth collapsing, deforming Through the immensity of tectonic pressure Metamorphosis Slowly rising through countless eons From primal chaos
White noise Then darkness The awful darkness... Rites of burial are spoken Before the last descent Down... beneath the realm of the living. Deadened eyes
Stone pillars crumble at the feet of iconoclasts Accursed omen of the coming extinction Dust billows above, blotting out the last arcs of sunlight Shadows
Alone, rational thoughts submerged by the fear Dark, only faint visions of the cruelty appear In sporadic tone, the composition of beauty Turned grim
Eternity has no bottom It is the breath of a dying sun Exhaling its icy last gasp Above the pillars of the dark corruption. Hanging low in the vast nothingness
I watched... From mountains of spirit, Where gods claim the universe. I watched... As life lingered in sordid desperation. My hidden, true form Became
I saw the world descend beneath a black pall breathing, seething The unanimated now alive in murky, abstract horror Upon the casket, lying in ruin upon
Thoughts migrate nowhere, sullen birds of prey Swallowed by jet black dreams of death in foul slumber A world beyond affliction; When the calling lulls
