Fields of forgotten knowledge Covered in dementia Even in its Loudest of tragedies On the sands of creation Vast in appearance Hiding the throne Below the vanishing sea
In this foundation of sand – fading from womb to waste The blackest stream – of godless elegy As time turns the cogs – to the victor comes the silence Upon the crown of mind's pestilence
The heralds of decay From temples of eyes Sewn shut The icons of corrosion
To set against the fire I shall give them plague And they will all delight
Past is a prologue, poised by the illusionary whores Inflaming the dry centuries of blood to come Even now, there are waters carrying the weapons of calamity Turning the cogs, turning the tides to our sands of burden
In this crystalline body An abode of the dead Samra Amora Through eons is dragged
The perfume of salis Donned in azure Gnawing on secrets Ghastly attuned
In the valley of Sidim An apocryphal hole Unnerving inhales Amidst dying exhales
Sands of creation Vast in appearance Hiding the throne Below the vanishing sea
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