Of Splendid Worlds

The secrets of cities fade

The wail of cretins cease

Enveloped by waves of shadows

As armies of locusts charge

Devouring our hell

Fateful days lay twisted and in ruins

Morning dew, a dying soul

As flowers fade to black

Forget-me-not's remember well

The call of darkness brought by the lonesome wind

Fatal whispers and tears of death

Void, formless, fear-breathing

Ill fury

Will damn you

To never see the light

While the souls of martyrs mourned

As the cries of chaos plagued a dying world

We stooped down into the depths

Of a splendid world

Blinded by the haunting depths

Hand in hand with sinners

Until soon all was lost