Usurpers


Ashes from the ancient past
The dying blaze of two millennia
Sculpts its epitaph into the icy sky
And whispers the dirge to anguished winds

They mourn the death of light
And bow before the darkness enthroned
For who can withstand the famine of the cold?
And whence comes defiance when God is dead?

A storm is raging in the East
With pillars of fire to rend the heavens
We have been engulfed in flames
And willed to burn by the light of our funerals

Descending into northern valleys
Hearts alight with the glow of vengeance
The earth shall bear witness
Tonight will be the last of its kind

We bear the arms of light and sound
With torches in our chest and fury in our throats
We lift our voices to the sky
To take back what is ours

The dark has never seen these flames
And silence never heard such wailing
For That which absence voiced as dead
Emerges from the shadows

And emptiness drew back in terror
And turned its sword onto itself
And gushing from its severed maw:
The suicide of void is Being

Creatio ex nihilo
In saecula saeculorum

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