from by Malacath



Our tower has crumbled
Reduced to dust and dreams
We have been scorched
By bright flames of delusion
They are the corpse
I am the apparition
The lurker beyond the gates

A fading spirit roaming the shores
It is me that calls out from beyond

They were not the bitter cold
Or the tantalizing darkness
They were a tangible mockery
Of this unyielding essence.

Their misconceptions were the siege machines
that tore our barrier apart
And exposed the alien light
In our wake, the pious soil the throne
In the name of artificial evil

Yet Chaos destroys Order, the edge is sharpened
Yet Chaos destroys Order, and cleansing fires rage

From the distance, the lurkers all await
When the time has to, to silence the imposters
I will stand, torch in hand
And light their funeral flame


from Despondence, released October 9, 2015



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