The Gaunt Sky
Worship atrophied sun skull Hangs gaunt in the sky, lifeless Congregate patrons of the mad Sermon deranged, bow down to the terror empires Our graves foretell the silence As our bones fuel the progress machine Our graves foretell the silence When the shadows are cast yet still Rites of fear, blinding influence Tortuous heed, perennial, order of insane Our graves foretell the silence As the collective is bathing in waste Our graves foretell the silence And tranquility beckons our name Our faiths bear, masses of naive Susceptible, persuadable, lifeless and insane Worship skull With lifeless eyes Haunts consciousness, the gaunt sky Worship skull With lifeless eyes The gaunt sky
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026