Cold dew of a November dawn Awakens my lust For the exile from this life As I wander furled in fog and woe On the path to forgotten crypts Arrived to this tomb declined In solitude for all its time Moss and dampness adorn the spires Autumnal leaves share decay with debris As the rain starts to fall Gates and doorways I pass Faded paintings tell of...Learn More

In this glade of wrecked moons Visceral aims hold our path Bewildering realities show too our fate And the quest for reasons of that bleak life Crawls through our pale thoughts We walk into the moors of murk To reach at last the primeval abyss: The ashes polis from which we were born The Yestermost dark While we gather the thousand chains of our...Learn More

Beneath our cynical star The light has now gone astray Its ethereal bayonets meet their defeat Through diseased skies They bring a pale life to atemporal mists A tragical decadence upon desolate futures Eloquence of the doomsday fog Colosseums of bones Rise as shrines of time Towering on earth's clearings Devoid of our past Here they lies...Learn More

Weary stones by hundreds winters scolded, so wounded Still serving the memoirs of the bones beneath Before us, glum they’re gathered Assembled yet lone among a vast sylvan company From this backdrop, which we made our pulpit Deep sermons of solace we bring to the mournfuls: Those past’s selves of ours, hovering upon The open coffins, not unlike...Learn More