Cold Bone Grasp

wading through the lake of flames

the scratch of its frail caress

gorges of sinister depths

where souls wept

swirling in the fall

seismic ripples on the fields

the chanting black echoes

are pining for the shadows

uh!

common!

prehistoric worship resonates

in the great grey expanse

entangled and weighed down

by the lapse of time

the sand swallows up the men

the shriek of their cancelled eyes

shouting through the monuments

pining for the shadows

prehistoric worship resonates

in the great grey expanse

entangled and weighed down

in a cold bone grasp