All comes undone. After rain comes no sun, leaving the earth to drown in the regret of its wrongs. Move quickly now across the vacuum of what once was, shifting slowly into dark.
Worship. Netherworld.
Cenotaphs rise, towering to the skies against the black horizon bending South. Caravan of souls. Lost, ambling, cold. Making their way to the gates of iron and stone, not gold.
Worship. Netherworld. All Hail to the Netherworld.
Shadows dance from the flames amongst faces and names, in the eyes of those vacant and pale. But hey, revel in this. Choices made in bliss letting the will and the world prevail.
Worship. Netherworld. All Hail to the Netherworld.