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In the Tumbeling Dawn Light, Their Eyes Fall Frozen Through the Mist and Rain
the heart races with black worms and my blood is on fire
the forests weep for their trees are burning
thus it begins
ebbing through the time of the elephants
setting the slow burn
cascading, the torrents of days
so is, the marching eclipse of the sun
tectonic shifts
in the west the winds roll on thunderous clouds
thus it never ends
but to the gods these failures are torn by death
the ashes roar in fires
...and all the leaves tremble (with the dawn sirens)
vengeance runs forth, deep through the veins
in the tumbling dawn light, their eyes fall frozen through the mist and rain
From Beneath The Mountains They Attack
when i leave i wish to kill the sun
when the sun settles into the horizon we remember our rivers
the grasses will grow tall over our cities
In the Tumbeling Dawn Light, T
mountains choked with smoke, release the trees down their hillsides
sparrows circle the distance from the gallows to the sun
the new world
our sorrows pile up in the night's lament
as the lights fissure the night skies, our eyes grow pale at the horrors beheld
descending in obdurate hordes
the orange glow of the cities beneath the billowing skies
A Short Story on the Theme of a Broken Dream
i feel your homes burning down
their blood crawls through frozen fields and dead nights
The Ashes Roar in the Fires
brilliance of the first morning snow
01 thus it begins
from beneath mountains they attack
the nights are black, black as the coals of our bones
the earth does not move under our rapid, heavy hearts
our bones yellow in the sulfurs of the disfigured sky
02 ebbing through the time of the elephants
knives at my brain in the discordance of sleep
the winds whip torn clouds to rain and soot
in the fields on fire, watch them turn to black smoke
Onward (As The Vultures Take The Sky) We Slip Into The Apocalypse
the sun glints through the dust risen from their hooves
03 the ashes roar in fires
and all the leaves trembled (with the dawn sirens)
04 in the west the winds roll on thunderous clouds
from beneath the mountais they attack
The Sun Glints Through The Dust Risen Form Their Hooves
for this too...shall pass
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