Cries dismembered, figures are lost
Time weeps as a martyr upon a cross
Spectral tidings, chaotic reverie unveils
As comprehension is weathered and washed
Ashore

And as the old gods hide innate
Seeking refuge against the spate
Saviours lost, curdled bones devoured
Our great advent an end to a hopeful
Lie



Through planes beyond and light unseen
Thirst of fire rent new skies beneath
Impartial judgement, boundaries abandon
Minds detach, ouroboros detangle
Misleading truth, induced lunacy
Poisoned senses and a maggot rotted psyche
Ambitions bent in pavlovian construction
Sacred chaos stretches through your
Mind


Breathe the bones of my descent
Feel the needles of my intent
Ever loving Fire
Cast new light on old design
Creator of new divine
The black age



Cower, shiver in fear
Tears of ashen humility
Stories told from eons past
Echo
Confident days of yesteryear
Historic footnotes of futility
Naught but A silent breath between
Words

And as the light fades from your eyes
A realisation takes place of pride
In hopeful hunger you beg forgiveness
You coward



Cur!
Vanity!
Coward!
Noose tied by your hand
Conceited!
Insanity!
Coward!
Blade sharpened by your hand


Breathe the bones of my descent
Feel the needles of my intent
Silent witness to my empire
Cast into the boundless fire
Cast new light on old design
Creator of new divine
Ink spilled across the page



As the cries of worship are abandoned
And the prayers to gods go unanswered
Forsaken lives seeking resolution
Here lies the bones
There is no answer, there is no comprehension
Silken time gives way to new dimensions
Discarding shackles of passionate disunity
Embrace the singularity



Breathe the bones of my descent
Feel the needles of my intent
Ever loving Fire
Cast new light on old design
Creator of new divine
The black age