The Chasm

Born of disharmonic sermons
Phenomena of the deep
Torn apart by phantom pains
In shadows veiled, our tomb.

A language dead and dissonant
Awakened from its sleep
The ever-opening flower
This pantheon of doom.

As we open the chasm
The sleepless, ravenous void
From the vortex of poisonous coldness
Starving and blind, they storm.

Crowned with unimagined death
Encircled, under siege
The black impious gulfs
Where no dreams reach.

The blind rage of our revolution
As we drown in these halls
Blasphemous, fathomless
Manifested within these walls.

As we open the chasm
The sleepless, ravenous void
From the vortex of poisonous coldness
Starving and blind, they storm.

Crowned with unimagined death
Encircled, under siege
The black impious gulfs
Where no dreams reach.

Culture of shapeless dreams
Abysmal fevered seas
Prismatic distortions.

Crowned with unimagined death
Encircled, under siege
The black impious gulfs
Where no dreams reach.