Ghostgate (ft. Malcolm Pugh [Inferi, A Loathing Requiem, Entheos])
Ivory forms thieve from the veldt of eventide, Cleft in quietus - A calamity thrives (A) gluttonous sentiment Ceaseless 'neath amber skies of mourning . Bleak silhouettes of unearthly origins, In stay of ordinance, imbued with the light Noxious hordes in grievous woe, Ever feasting on the husk of ancients Each day we stray further from the sun, Ours is not to question why. Lest endure the pilgrimage Under the dead trees, Weep for the world we once knew Left alone we drift Dancing with a memory Within dreams we will wither 'neath this ghostgate Set upon with a lust that turns to ash Where soft voices die; coast through dense air silently. Under the dead trees, Weep for the world we once knew. Left alone we drift Dancing with a memory