(Part 1)
I see in race memories
Gods rotate in the sky (many fathoms and still towering)
…I know now what to do…
Runes become trees and inundate reality (cacophony details other lands)
I bury my arms in the dirt
(Part 2)
“Watch as they stoop below the stars.”
Ancient creeds lay out inscribed monoliths
“Tethered, chained, fossilized – the Dirge holds on.”
Their symbols (eventually) will be bloodied into the sky, the mountains will become like scarecrows and trees (scribes write new canticles from these remains)
“Here they stood many incarnations ago, a forgotten Cathedral housed in statues.
Orchestral remnants play on in memory (I am loved and abandoned)
Shockwaves and soundwaves copulate with the Unknown
Extinction events have rendered it down to just me (words expressed in feelings)
God watches with one hand raised (hunched into present day)
Encompassed in gravity wells, I find myself here (there are no enemies to speak of)
The Decimation constructs hollow chambers (avarice is most beautiful)
I have fallen to here (the disconnection of the inner sanctum)
(Hollow is prophecied twice)
(I watch in silence)
Cruel monstrances decay in unmoving winds (hate gave birth to this)
Previous incarnations located in worlds orbiting far from here (gravity wells sing)
Destruction reigns behind me (sword in suspended animation)
My bodies strewn and bandaged
Irredescent memories wait in shadow (everything is abandoned)
The Barbs of Ratating Tendrils became Another (I think)
Scattershot memories of an incomplete world
The Cadence is dead (and I rejoyce)
Dopplegangers will eventually call me (the procussion of scaffolding)
Ritualistic
Barbed
A graveyard of Conduits (invisible and unmarked)
I am not bound by sorrow
(Part 1)
I see in race memories
Gods rotate in the sky (many fathoms and still towering)
…I know now what to do…
Runes become trees and inundate reality (cacophony details other lands)
I bury my arms in the dirt
(Part 2)
“Watch as they stoop below the stars.”
Ancient creeds lay out inscribed monoliths
“Tethered, chained, fossilized – the Dirge holds on.”
Their symbols (eventually) will be bloodied into the sky, the mountains will become like scarecrows and trees (scribes write new canticles from these remains)
“Here they stood many incarnations ago, a forgotten Cathedral housed in statues.
Orchestral remnants play on in memory (I am loved and abandoned)
Shockwaves and soundwaves copulate with the Unknown
Extinction events have rendered it down to just me (words expressed in feelings)
God watches with one hand raised (hunched into present day)
Encompassed in gravity wells, I find myself here (there are no enemies to speak of)
The Decimation constructs hollow chambers (avarice is most beautiful)
I have fallen to here (the disconnection of the inner sanctum)
(Hollow is prophecied twice)