From The Distance

From the fields once cleansed by rain

From the forests and lakes

From the hills standing sullen in silence

Which do know no human pain

Canst thou see sombre fog

Tricleth in thy slumberic reign

Fog curls in this place where

Crust covers earth's face on

Dusty shores of Styx

Mud and treasures mixed

Human made maze

Irksome, endless, sick

Fire

With no warmness

Gap filled up with reek

Lightless be all surrounds here

Never they all to be sunlit

This place is forever possessed by the fear

of morn sun to appear

Void will feed its malicious greed

Here the spawns of underworld

Beneath the mist so cold

Single pale spark of the life

Is extinguished by their will

They're self imprisoned in their cells

Self isolated graves

Where every graveworm treats itself

As the Midgards snake

Spark has ripped ashen cloth

Fog has swallowed it

Stoneclouds filled this bottomsky

Closed the stonecoffins lid

Covered creatures condemned by no doom

And the place of only gloom

Where's no sane seed to breed

Where even earth is waiting to die

Ghost of the city fades

From thy divine place

Here

Tentacles're left

Last spies of that mist

As remembrance

Of unbroken circle

Ugly in this eden

In the daylight's blaze.