Prostrate we are On bended knee and foreheads pressed against the earth Stained with blood The altar is crimson yet the soils remain unslaked Before the vastness of the megalith Under the glare of a thousand veiled stares So much more needed More to be given to those beneath Present thy fragile forms Surrender... Supplicant Enshrine in roots, the first ones scream out A demand for vengeance A clarion call that resonates Throughout that cold void of forgotten epochs In silent serried ranks we move To the colossal pulse of the unknowable Yielding Willing This malleable swarm Compelled to carve remembrance Harbingers of sundered generations Slaves to a forgotten will Casting our gaze to the star-studded skies whilst our souls Bleed into the thirsty earth - yet silent they remain The keening wails of the singers of the summoning songs Remain unanswered, unheard. Yawning abyss, lifeless heavens Unheeding but our supplication endears, the need for sacrifice Resonates and echoes throughout generations Before us and generations to come Shriveled wastelands tremble To the remorseless march of the lost Shackled in chains of surrender Slaves we are On broken knees and foreheads driven into the earth Drenched with blood The altar is eternal.