The crown of fathers
Khert-neterDrawn towards the deceiver
Confused by the gleam of his empire
In their blindness they searched for a shelter
A search for life brought death to their future
They realized that the hymns of his fire
Taught them only of plague and decay
To a lesser evil they did aspire
Finding nothing but their anxiety
And they beheld what they had learned
As all their promises decayed
Still an echo of the prophesy they heard
And in silence it led them astray
The lips that gave a passion for life
The taste of nectar slowly turned vile
Nothing left but a distant cry
As the venom blackened their eyes
The words they cheered were not of might
But empty echoes of the world they despised
For they no longer could navigate
And thus they held on to their faith
As it held the seed of life concealed
And of hatred later revealed
All as one grew to see the pain too soon
Repulsed by life
Now struggling through
The pain and the ache and the hours consume
Their will imprisoned in a timeless tomb