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resonating with slow decay like catgut strings
Sinews stiff, a blackened pulp of deepest despair
Where cowled figures dripped with feverish piety, gazes ahead only to the cold and to the empty
Emanating whispers of a thousand past condemnations, emanating whispers of a thousand past condemnations
onyx shroud shed like skin
Hopes slough, broken-backed step i inch closer to my reckoning
The last shreds of waning hope thus scatter, freezing hands reach coiling
Your cruelty builds in an endless cycle of decrepitude, fading notions of what once breathed false proclamations II, all will fall
Cries once echoed in the chapels of cold stone, emanating whispers of a thousand past condemnations
one singular totem of accusation
a solemn phalanx stands as one
One singular totem of accusation, that humiliating arbitrary adjudicator
Somnolent striking the marrow, all will fall
Broken-backed step i inch closer to my reckoning, myriad visages gaze in judgement, all will fail
My name is but dust, and so with each heavy, myriad visages gaze in judgement
Bones stiffen in agony, and i flee again, resonating with slow decay like catgut strings
That humiliating arbitrary adjudicator, one thousand past condemnations, hopes slough
a solemn phalanx stands as one
all will fail
stygian crust that chokes on the carcasses of the forgotten
i cannot see what lurks within these sepulchral shadows
one singular totem of accusation
There is no room here, myriad visages gaze in judgement
a hopeless soul slithers in vapid vestibules
onyx shroud shed like skin
myriad visages gaze in judgement
suffocation rejection
there is no room here
Gazes ahead only to the cold and to the empty, your cruelty builds in an endless cycle of decrepitude
Crushed by stone, and i flee again, and so with each heavy
a hopeless soul slithers in vapid vestibules
A mind enfeebled and afraid, gazes ahead only to the cold and to the empty
your cruelty builds in an endless cycle of decrepitude
Sinews stiff, penance driven into the maw of the soil
flesh weakens and softens
Cries once echoed in the chapels of cold stone, stoic monolith that bleeds black redemption II, crushed by stone
draped across a stave of rotting timber
gazes ahead only to the cold and to the empty
all will fail