Grey color the horizon Dry is the air and Earth cold Her grace death walks this garden A fruitful harvest Behold the mighty obelisk Trudging towards doom Spewing pyre, the only source of warmth Wailing Valkyries blare over the tire and emaciated flock Wolves herd the bleating cancer towards oblivion To sulfur and ash, oblivion Via Dolorosa Paint the majestic sky bleak Sublimation of flesh With the light striking against The vestiges float like snow Beautiful in its own repugnance Sublimation of flesh Inhale... Never to return to this hallowed ground Of sulfur and ash Unsullied, immaculate, sterile