If This Dark Age Conquers, We Will Leave This Echo
in the forest darkness we embrace why do these things never want to stay here for long silver stars light up your hair melt my hate away in the moonlight's (sic) brilliance in the forest darkness we gaze why do these things never want to stay here for long we [s]it on thrones that course with life melt my hate away in the moonlights brilliance We meld in our hibernation Icelandic ballads serenade us we meld in our hibernation your warmth is sweat (sic) but winters (sic) ending she dawns her armor forged of moonlight feline eyes flash with ancient knowledge along with a sadness the mourning of her ransacked temples she could ruin you all if if she wanted softly whispering serrated truths into the darkness jagged foretelling threaten concrete and steel we meld in our hibernation iclandic (sic) ballads serenade us we meld in our hibernation your warmth is sweat but winters (sic) ending.
When our gazes lock the peripheral hatred melts the false texture of ruin no longer sickens me I see these things diminish our lives I know this doesn't seem real The screams of you ancestors are deafening in your head now I fantasize of flesh and wood limbs tearing concrete I know you treble now
This age is death But my tears don't fall with you yet this sickening cruelty surrounds our city Small children buried in their homes primordial forests silenced But I don't claw my eyes out If this dark age conquers we will leave this echo.