Kriegsmaschine

Residual blight

Kriegsmaschine
I alone have known all shades of the horror
I am the pit without sun, where blind beasts dwell
I am the revenant at the very bottom of the source
Never to grow weary, running on doubt

Dead thoughts, dead movements
Dead ideals, dead desires

Beneath this world there is another
Built of bone and decay
Grey hell, dry, motionless
Upon even rows of downfall, methodized loss
Inherent ruin, residual blight
For these gates need to be opened
For this shell needs to be broken
Ether guerilla, all hail the alpha fallen

Dead words, dead drives
Dead passions, dead urges, dead dreams

As the world above is shrinking
The one below thrives
Cinder springs, ashen horizon

The sarcastic grinning of gargoyles
The refuge among scattered remains
The temples of iron and concrete, the great death
The silence

The roaring depths of insight
The maze of severance
The golden throne, abandoned
The agony, the strife, the penance

I alone have known all shades of the horror
I alone have seen the rays of lost grace
Residual blight, a sunless pit to crawl in
Ether guerilla, all hail the alpha fallen

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