The Murder

The gathering now of storms within

that whip and rip the stead, joined at the head

dying to make ready the deliverance to the land

the swarming devourers, the murder

Here are the fortunes to tell

of our demonic dreams, the burt fires of hell

painted in black

the warmth is seething and moving all through me

Total

annihilation

we are your masters now

I can see them coming down like reign in the streets

soaking into everything

like blood through cloth

scratching limbs from wing to claw

all life will start to slow and freeze into position

when the murder crows

with likeness to shades much deeper than dull

the infinite abyss forever hold

Crushing your premonition

Towers fall into the fire

and razored hails of glass and steel

brought down by stabs of rage without fear

gashed hearts worked deep who refused to hear