Pale moon nightfall stalk us stalk the hunter who's ageless ancient fear held sway till you found stink in the flesh merging periphery silent step there is no help here
here in your home with your comfort where you're comfortably waiting with no lips and no tongues to comment endlessly all of your cares build a cairn carry you toward the pacing while the drone is revered the silence is deafening
through torments and seasons regrets root new reasons vestments sewn observance is automatic first you look waiting you will find first you look waiting you will find sick of the flesh cities bare cleansing ritual forms swollen husks empty cities bare buried in twilight empty looming skylines there is no help here cowed we are fools who've been fooled mute as augurs watch us changing as we run from this cage through a formless ruin