Wake and listen from your sleeping Can you hear the whole world creaking?
Rise now from your stupor Lift up your craving eyes Behold a sheen of silver The consul of the void
Anoint the rusted cups and Unbless these holy seas Filled to the brim with crimson Drink deep your blasphemies For years we lived as spirits Parade the world as ghosts Emerge now cold and weary Into the arms of final host
All sleepers awake
Encroaching horizon Beyond these walls Rejoice with poison The chasm calls
I’m not made for this world I volunteer my treason Now the flags of the end unfurl A changing of the season I’ve wandered far and wide Supped the salt in distant lands Trying to fill this hole inside As I turned the dirt in my hands I’ve lingered close to home Felt the breath heave where I stand Step into this void alone And see the dirt wash from my hands
The dust of stars Courses through our filthy souls The nebula Beckons again before it folds
Our phantom limbs will find The grip that they’ve been seeking We shed the shell of this world Down into chaos we sink Doom’s gilded ambassador Reduce this flesh to ribbons A final dawn upon the earth The last light cast in silver
I’ve lingered close to home Felt the breath heave where I stand Step inside of this void alone And see the dirt washed from my hands
Another sun Casts a light on all of my mistakes Magnificence In emptiness and silence that awaits…
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