From the utmost depths
In blackest earth-flesh entombed
I have arisen agian.
The bedrock cracked by celestial vengeance
Mountains cleft in twain
Forests cindered by starfire
Stir me from this great slumber
Blood runs once more
Blood of the forgotten seers
Blood of those buried in mist-shrouded loss
Veins pulse
To banish millennia upon millennia of oblivion
To unleash a howling keen of new knowledge
Knowledge
Ichor-smeared eyes bear witness to a firmament in turmoil
My vision clears, my purpose hardens
Ascendance - thy gift sears
Burned by the embers of the dying stars
It was once said that there is beauty in destruction
That death brings serenity
In the final exhalation of eternal peace
Yet this thrashing conflagration of ending
Thats scours all senses and purges the mind
Brings only desolation
And sorrow and woe
Beliefs now cinders, credos in ruins
A cold wind brushes the dead skin of withered ideals.
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