"Some believe that life is merely a sad dream
From which death us awakes
If so, the herald of dawn already walks among us..."

Within these visions I drown once more
Each day more violent than before
(I hear) wolves howling behind every door
And footsteps on an empty floor

Embraced by the Sun's Stygian light
My dreams they come with open eyes

Loss of the blissful days of yore
The loss of all that we adore
Resounding to death's violent score
I saw it all, but there was more...

For a new kind of shadow walks among us
Unbound by laws of light and shade

Bearing its mark on both beasts and man
A herald to our world's descent
To no masters it bows down or hails
For with Death itself this rider trails

I saw as it came, a hearse with no name
New suns were born as the old ones gave away
I saw as it came, bearing the mark of Cain
And watched the world succumb to ancient flames...

Only two remain as the music fades
But no curtains fall upon this dying stage
Only two remain, grotesque lifeless facades
Made of only ash - before the winds blew them away...

The vision fades and the sweet arms
Of reality surround me once again
But I see a cold future that lurks
Behind these walls, awaiting to descend...

The morning breaks with a gravelike silence
This time the scavengers have come from far
Take a good a look at the dead around you
And breathe deep the stench of your God

Join the insurrection for the hunt is afoot
The total extermination of the source - branch and root

Can you feel it in the wind
The release from your mortifying sins
For the vultures in their towers
Will be decrowned of their power

The axe is set and awaiting 'neath this tree
Cut down the fetters by your own decree
And lay these stillborn institutions to waste
For Hell is merely an acquired taste

Can you taste it in the rain
The dripping source behind your fear and ache
For with the passing of this hour
Even gods will be devoured

As surely as this night the darkness will slay the Sun
The transformation from malicious to delicious has begun

Forget the outworn and misguiding concepts of sin
Unleash thy hunger and feast on your Dieu Cuisine!

Devour your God

This night I hear the jackals
Baying to a desert god
In the dark the growing whispers
Have begun tearing scars

The foul breath of Anubis
Breathes fire down my back
And the wolves have drawn nearer,
Begun coiling - for the coming attack

I yearned to see but my eyes were already crystallized
I yearned to survive but my fears had already materialized

Like serpents this dark entangles,
Ties me to the soil
And (even) the strangers in my reflection
Have begun to recoil

I yearned to cry but the waters were already crystallized
I yearned to live but my death had already materialized

Now the light no longer blinds me
Your dying gods they cannot bind me
And as I exit this human aisle
I greet my hangmen with a smile

And to the wolves at my door
Prolong this suffering no more
With your fangs come and this strife
And erase my name from the Book of Life

This world is bleeding flies!

Who heard the nightwind's whispers
Maladies to come that it once sang
Who saw the storms approaching
And the shadows hiding in the Sun

(Rivers of life - now streaming red
Swarming flies - reeking of death)

The breeze bears a familiar aroma
The blood runs thick before my weary eyes
And in this maelstrom of denial
The dying screams of men have become our lullabies

(Lidless eyes - dreamless sleep
Open wounds - far too deep)

This is our world, this is our Hell
This is the soil upon we fell
Behold the truth as it unfolds...
Way passed the point of its demise
This world is only bleeding flies
No one will come to claim your soul...

Who heard the nightwind's whispers
The bleak requiems that it once sang
Who saw our shadows submerging
Before this age of dark had even begun

...Did no one?

"No one heard the serpent singing
No one felt its teeth sank deeper
No one saw our reflections transforming
Into the pale traits of the reaper"

No solace for our lamentations
No warmth from lacerated suns
Music for abominations
Only resounds in our world undone

A grave new world, a grave new life
With ravaged dreams of paradise
No more sights left to behold...
Surpassed the point of its demise
This world is only bleeding flies
No one will come to claim your soul...

A dying wind upon the lifeless
A bleeding soil beneath the slain
Welcome to a world beyond tomorrow
Witness the stillness that haunts the day

Open your eyes to a sight that is foul
Renounce the false hope that only festers the soul:

A world enslaved to a grand design
With the dead leading the blind!

Tear open your dreams, your loss will be nill
Cast no blame upon the coroner for the kill
So leave me be, shine away your Sun
For your world was dead before I begun...

(Bury your dreams - bury the world)

So bury your dreams, along with the world
Leave no trace nor mark upon the earth
And let go of this one,
For this world was dead long before I begun...

Open your eyes to a sight that is foul...
And look. A Grave New World!

Why does this morning feel different from all the others
The Hand that once gave life has begun to smother
From my within my lungs the air has been released
And I cannot feel the chill in the morning breeze

Yet I am at ease...

For me there is no warmth left even in the Sun
Safe from the earth this crest will be undone
Naked and alone, upon an altar made of stone
I fear has become final throne

Upon the third circle on the first day
Where nothing moves but the daevas in the wind
The wind bears a silent calling to mountains far away
Summoning the birds of prey

"On the second day the vultures came
The beasts of birds, the sentinels of decay
Deeper each day they tore into my flesh
Feasting upon my loins and the insides through my chest
For days it lasted until they ran out of meat
Leaving behind only bones for the Sun to bleach"

Upon this silent altar, upon my dreamless bed
Leaving the world bereft and the vultures fed
Slowly all will be gone that has ever signed to me
As the remains quietly wash into the sea...

Blank page after another
This tale has long bee through
No ink left in the bottle
The quills all cut in two

No words left unspoken
No deeds left untold
Only white space unending
Filling our dreams of old

They say all hope is lost
And this should make as sad
But how can one lose
What one has never had
And in the face of Death
My tears have long ran dry
For I have come to submit
What the world still denies

Blank soul after another
The pulse has long since died
No life left in these vessels
Cold stares in empty eyes

And from our breed of tyrants
We will be the last
For the coming final season
Has already passed

They say all hope is lost
And this should make us sad
But one cannot lose
What one has never had
And in the face of Death
My tears have long ran dry
For I have come to embrace
What the world continues to deny

There will be no epilogue
No final words upon our stone
For in the fabric of our Time
This future has already been sewn!

I know the world id dead
In veils of funeral clad
For it has long since lost
Whatever pulse it had
And in the arms of Life
These veins have long ran dry
Best to embrace the scythe
As we lay down and die

At the sundown of a civilization
The night air moves with a dismal tone
In the weakening grip of our infestation
Serenity will reclaim its throne

Today the Sun was not born
Held down by heavy clouds of rain
No light for our last days
Desires long washed away...

I never saw the mountains moving
For me the world was always still
I was held down by the weight of the waters
With heavy stones my heart was always sealed

Tonight the Moon howled with scorn
To a pack of wolves dressed as men
In a flash the stars were reformed
But as soon as I looked again

(I saw...)
What I saw was the end
Yet all still looked the same
No stigmas cast upon men
No pits of brimstone or flame

"Beholding the moors by twilight
Serenity that never came
I realized it was not carved for my name
But neither were the pits of brimstone and flame"

I never saw the mountains moving
For me the world was always still
I never held the keys within me
The prophecies remained unfulfilled

I never saw the Earth in its grandeur
I only saw it on its knees
I never saw a wholesome picture
I only saw it torn piece by piece...

"We were the rider and we were the hearse
We were the salvation and we were the curse"

We were the shadows - hiding from the breaking day
And we were the flames - that once burned entire worlds away

Upon our broken dreams we lay our heads
And fall into a slumber deep, with dreams as hard as lead
Tired of the tyrants, drained of tears to weep
We hope the Sun will never wake us
As mankind slowly falls asleep

We were the wind - caressing the Towers of Silence
And we were the storm - that once raged upon the welkin

We were the rain - falling heavy upon the hearts of men
And we were the clouds - that usurped the warmth of the Sun, again and again

Upon our broken dreams we lay our heads
And fall into a slumber deep, we dream among the dead
Tired of this broken soil, the dark beneath our feet
We pray the Sun will never wake us
As life itself falls asleep

We Are The Sand in the hourglass
Rushing towards our destined end
We Are The Sand of the ever-growing
Desert towards our world descends

We are the sand
We are the storm
We are the wind
Of a world outworn

We are the sand
We are the storm
We are the wind
Never to be reborn