Atop the shameless tower
With wings outstretched
An apprehensive shadow is cast over all
Drain us of our divinity
And leave us dry amongst the dirt of men

In the worst of our nightmares we are weak and servile

We, as martyrs
Fear runs through our veins
Hung for grandeur and fate
We hang lifeless

With blind eyes turned from daylight
We deny
With blind eyes turned from the glare of being
Loathe that which we are

I abhor the undiscerning
No more of my blood will be shed of pity
With an empty and unforgiving heart
Once more, I scream to the sky

For I am mine
The rot of subordination I burn away

I am mine

The primeval genesis
Etched into forgotten flesh
In darkness, oblivious, we exist to no avail

To no avail
To never unearth

The insipid with their deadpan stare
Long for worth in dying oceans
To never unearth

By the scorn of weakness
Lay me to rest

Rip away the flesh we scarred with god
And scour our bones for deceit
Beneath the black shroud of abandon lay fields of us
Our bodies still; our minds hollow and sightless

Here we lay, nothing without deceit

The immortal, reflected in dead oceans
Drowned by frailty tied at their feet

Even still in death, this falls on deaf ears

I am the eyes of our inception
Sewn shut

Sleep now, willing hosts
In envy, accede to this void of life so bleak and fragile
There is only silence here
No resistance

A silent corrosion of mind

This innocence lost
The tide long retreating
You cannot see above the walls, encircling high

This sanctuary and its need, infectious
You will not see again
The infected will never see again

To claim this as nothing
You should not be of this world
Of those who preach death
Your words are poison
And those of stone in apathy
You crawl with them

You crawl with them in decay

This cold becoming never dethroned

Of those who claim this fire as nothing
I will forever despise

Rejection
In gasping air from vast surrounds
Subjection to all that breathes it
Suffocate in the idle and empty
It calls for no one

The beast of no will
Gives rise the servants of cause
They hold their breath as it sets behind the hill
Banishing them to the dark

It will set and rise again and again

Speaking only of your end
It pierces your unyielding pretense
The illusion shattered and exhausted

It will set and rise
Dull and fruitless
It will set and rise again and again
With no ambition

Shallow worship of the azure and the earth
Not as they are or have been
Betrayed and distorted
Dragged through tarnished waters and purged in tongues

Gouge no deeper
For our hollow souls are upon us

Our hollow souls, our enemies, upon us

The marred hands of our leper idols wring us of all hope
Our hollow idols wring us of all hope
We have betrayed ourselves
And now forever lie dormant

Trailing this solemn road at dusk
At its end, we leave no mark
We have no future
We will be rightfully forgotten

The reverence of those lost owed to the land
To us it is withered and worthless
To us it does not belong

What of this radiance we have left behind?

Creatures of abyss, born of vice
We are not they
They preach chaos and delusion
And welcome it without breath

With the omens in flame
We are still; we desert the truth

Truth has no name here
Anonymous in clouded vision
Our disgrace, far from reach
Left unknown

They fall from spoiled skies
Strangled of grace
And know only to mask their vile faces

They know not the figure staring back at them;
Not their beginning nor end
They surrender in blissful fate

The undying pariah
To which the cowards shun and beg remission
Cold-blooded and callous
It does not grieve

It will never grieve

So detached, the destroyers
Wide eyed in rapture and unfulfilled
In ignorance they remain
Until their ruin

Bring me the comfort of cold inertia
Bring me the graves, poised for our leaden demise

Our extinction, seeded in blind avarice

Come dawn, no light will be thrown on them
This vermin, these ingrates
Us of the earth
The destroyers of all