Altar of Plagues
Album • 2009
Who will guard these hills? Those which are abandoned. Those which are exhausted. Everything is falling, can you see it? Awareness will come slow, if at all. I knew it would come, when everything collapsed. Is it too late to rebuild these walls? (Because) this self created bliss has destroyed everything true, When truth was the rise of the first gentian. They do not know what they seek, So who could expect such grand repose When all wisdom ends in nothing, Who chooses what will be truth? It feels as though there is a saw resting on these bones, Behind this flesh lies an anaemic frame like brittle bones, they snap, it echoes for days. I regret everything I ever promised, In this coil, endlessly falling to nothing as we think that we are all that will exist learning now, that this truth, tells me nothing.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
A once sacred womb, now more akin to a furnace. And we watch her bleed, watch the wounds run dry. Bury my hands in the soil fingers withered and grey extended like spines pulling patterns in the dirt Tear the bark from the trees and build a chariot and watch the earth return to grain, as it once was.
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
We built our towers in sand and now they collapse around us, as we fall into the cracks. Nothing shall remain as it once was. Hold on to these falling pillars and resurrect a passion, when silence sleeps to the beat of fists. Bury your head in the sand, and throw you heart to the sea for your children have no place to grow their bones. Birds are weak as their necks grow thin, trees no longer stand. And like the soil, we too are made of grain. Like the death of young, it is finality. Assemble the masses at the cliffs, and we shall cast ourselves to the seas. Rain strips the skin from our bones. We fall into the cracks of the earth.. Silence. Desolation. Silence. Desolation.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
There is a mist that chokes the land. The waves attack. Relent. The skies attack, they come, relentless.
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
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