Unto thee a farewell, I speak in vain Take flight I must, to the emptying place Where forgotten ones wander and saviours escape Ego-rituals vanquished by the knights of disdain
Empires forsake in circles of dust Ruins not worth pecking at for riches nor for loot As the adverse effect to the Midas touch Kenosis received by the world-serpent’s drains Into wishless crypts, where all hope has been slain
Remember me as pain Remember me as war Remember me as futility Writhing in bloodsoil…
I am the winds of devastation, on these infected plains I am the rain of a thousand tears, shed with dead innocents I am the crown of victory buried with the bones Lost amidst shrapnel in empty fields.