Tachypnea gave way as the blood congealed and grayed and in the window I could see no soul. Only darkness in the quiet of the cold. Gods white tears blanked the earth, swallowing the bodies whole and as I waited for the virgins call, I knew the face in the shadows that formed.

Twisting into miasmic dementia, the nails were buried deep, draped in the placenta of Lazarus, bringing vengeance to the poisoned cloth.

Once inside you'll find the key, why their faces ridden in a black disease, upon their word you followed blade and tooth and the prophecies they
spake to you;

For thou hast said in thine heart thou shall ascend, above the north, above the clouds of thine lord.

With a sorrowed heart you must carry on, repenting the sins to the mourning sun.

Burrowing beneath the corpses, between twisted smiles and disbelief, awaiting the final lashes. To whence they set us free.

In time I´ll learn to know their mark, the riders of the darkened liege and as the world burns my reverence is knifed, the decaying souls are a mist in the night.

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