Icarean Tomb

Blind, broken, wings burnt to ashened coal

Obliterated soul on a broken throne

Severed from the ties of life and love

Of mirth and joy i drank once deep

A swollen mirage of endless release

Now break the spell in a violent glee

Blood wash away the weak

Here resides icarean tomb

Inside a dead, cold cyclopean womb

Left me stranded on the isle of chastening

Without the will to live

For the errs and misdeeds, the wantons and grieves

The reprisal is at hand

Here resides icarean tomb

Inside a dead, cold cyclopean womb

On the battered shore the tides decimate

A crimson tinted twilight wake

White flashes on the endless waterbed

Heavens bellow an empty threat

Of stories never told

Seeds of slumber, older than stone

Springs forth a valiant beast

The shame and lust released