Lachrymose and funereal wasteland
Of weathered peaks and abandoned trails
Where the whispers of sorrow
Permeate every somber vale
An ethereal vestment
Rests adorned on the lifeless air
Neath the sprawl ancient summits ascend
As effigies mute in eternal prayer
Obscure as the years that have fallen in silence
Lost paths that erstwhile had led t'ward the old Gods
Now host to the footfalls of ruin
Frozen wounds carve a landscape of scars
Born of Winter, across horizons torn
In the twilight stirs a creeping dark
For the shadows are beholden to the dawn
The eons are stillborn
As time cannot rule the dead
A shroud of inertia
Obscures the abyss t'ward which we're led
Beyond empyreal veil we have fallen
Before the fields of despair we have come
Night eternal
Invokes a yearning forlorn
Desires that wander
And gather in the moonlight
Their wounded hearts succumb
In darkness led astray
Vast forms of colossal remains
And towering pillars of bone
In death, but a shrine to the end
A cenotaph set in the ancient stone
We pass through the hollows of death
Pervading the earth they decay
Drawn down by the call of the grave
And the withering vestige of light fading away
The weeping hollows pray
In silent hymn
T'ward shadows we will fall
Their frozen tongues, our hearts enthrall
Abandoned Gods
Wander the sky
Their ruined will divine
Cursed by our vengeful hearts malign
As our effigies fall
The wounded will break in the fray
The accursed, ever chasing the lies
Our fervent longings betray
Writhing in torment
The pain ever keeping our demons at bay
The throe of arcane verse
Whispered through the void
Predestine and forespoken
The darkness lingers in the air
And calls to thee unbroken
As shadows cast before the pyre
Our flames portend our fall
From spark to all-consuming blaze
The endless reach of night comes for us all