The Windmill

Each day darker than the one before
I stand hopeless, empty and alone
The light from the great afar
Nothing but smouldering human char.

Watching from a distance
How life effaced from existence
This life which could never be
I drift away within my sea.

From the Windmill, I see it all fall apart
Light the black flames
Revelations of the black arts
...and thus spoke the abyss to me
Light the black flames
Revelations of the black arts.

The last sanctuary for mankind
Upon this darkened hill so confined
One last flicker from the fire
Before the impending quagmire.

As men, women, children stood
In apathy, burning like wood
My doors are impenetrable
And I feel no remorse.

From the Windmill, I see it all fall apart
Light the black flames
Revelations of the black arts.

Stain the world colorless
Stain the world in solitude
And that which I can not see, means nothing to me
Stain the world in solitude.