Bleak Ululations

Begotten wounds
Reappearing upon my broken body
As I float up, exhumed
From my tomb
The blood-drenched wheel of time
Now spinning back into my wretched mind.

Through an onslaught of treacherous blood-let
The ever growing pile of rotten cadavers pulsing simultaneously
As I writhe
And ask where the fuck am I
I see the light.

Light the pyres that guide the way to total victory
good has ever come from a bloodless chapter of history
I raised up the harm again
Pushing those forward those yet to wake, from the bleak and dark
We burn march and raid
Those who wish us harm again
To bare the poison.

Blood will dance in the water like paint
As I liberate all the “martyrs” and “saints”
And though I may be drowned tonight
I yet keep my soul
Unlike you.

With a lifeless look and a heart of stone
I will reap these lands and sit atop a bloodied throne
And wait for their attempt to drag me to a cold
Long forgotten tomb.

Blood will dance in the water like paint
As I liberate all the “martyrs” and “saints”
And though I may be drowned tonight
I yet keep my soul
Unlike you.

I conjure thunder from the dead
And pierce the cold and bleak divine
Wrenched out from the waters below that consume and guide me home
Though I may yet keep my hope
There is little chance I will do anything but float.

Bleak Ululations
Bleak Ululations.