Into the Black Slumber

The bones of the ancients lay silent in the dust.

Entwind with the remains of

the resitance.

I stood somber admist the remnants

of a war forght in

vein.

As I look upon their bones I knew it was my time.

In the absence of

the sun,

I stood somber admist the storm

and witessed the aftermath of

heresy,

and the fall of the divine.

My eyes transfixed upon a distant

shape.

Glowing, drawing ever closer.

I watched as the shape drew near

and

before my eyes turned into a demon.

He stoped in his tracks before me.

Upon

his head layed a crown of fire.

The flames flickered as his eyes met mine.

We

stood motionless in the storm

and he spoke to me.

"I've seen all that is to

be seen,

I've heard all that is to be heard.

I am all knowing but still I am

empty,

I'm so empty."

He forged this crown from the flame

of mankind, but

the sadness of the world laid heavy on

his brow. He can no longer bare the

burden of humanity.

The bones of the ancients lay silent in the

dust.

Entwind with the remains of the resitance.

I stood somber admist the

remnants

of a war forght in vein.

As I look upon their bones I knew it was my

time.

Right before my eyes, the demon turned

to ash upon the snow.

I took

the crown, as the winds

took his remains to the sky.

The Wolves Gather Around

me howling black lullabys.

Their songs enslave even the strongest man in

sleep.

As we slumber the snow erases us.

Wiping clean the slates of

time.

Whitnessing the end of the world we know.

Wiping clean our

existence.

In the absence of the sun,

I stood somber admist the storm.

The

crown of hell laid heavy upon my head

as the world fell into the black slumber.