Residual Blight

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