The Somber (Desolate Winds)

The sky if falling, it's vomiting fire

over the mournful earth

Mekk scour the land in search of sanctuary

Seven decades of pestilence

haunt the living detrtus

Can no one escape the mark of the beast?

Rivers overflow with sorrow as

humanity drowns in war

Man feasts upon his brother's demise

All monuments to triumph

have been destroyed

Have we all paid tribute to the beast?

"Surely this is the end"

Cried the confessor

"Perhaps the seals have been broken,

I can hear the horns of the angels blaze"

They streak across the deepest sunset

He cradled his holy book

His last breath exhausted in despair

Under the poisonous embers

of the final sun

And darkness descended

Eons haven't witnessed a night so cold

Pierces the skin, chills the veins

Hearts of the believers are frozen

Under a frigid, limitless darkness

Survivors emerged from hiding

to find a black earth

Trembling with betrayal, they indict,

"He never came!"

Weary bodies huddle in futility

Clinging to life (like decaying parasites)

As death walks the land

Victim to...

The frigid silence of eternity

Disturbed by moans of despair

If you listen close

You can almost hear the

cackling of the beast

On the cusp of desolate winds