If This Dark Age Conquers, We Will Leave This Echo

in the forest darkness we embrace why do these things never want to stay here for long

silver stars light up your hair melt my hate away in the moonlight's (sic) brilliance in the forest

darkness we gaze why do these things never want to stay here for long we [s]it on thrones

that course with life melt my hate away in the moonlights brilliance

We meld in our hibernation Icelandic ballads serenade us we meld in our hibernation

your warmth is sweat (sic) but winters (sic) ending she dawns her armor forged of moonlight feline

eyes flash with ancient knowledge along with a sadness the mourning of her ransacked

temples she could ruin you all if if she wanted softly whispering serrated truths into the

darkness jagged foretelling threaten concrete and steel we meld in our hibernation

iclandic (sic) ballads serenade us we meld in our hibernation your warmth is sweat but winters (sic) ending.

When our gazes lock the peripheral hatred melts

the false texture of ruin no longer sickens me

I see these things diminish our lives

I know this doesn't seem real

The screams of you ancestors are deafening in your head now

I fantasize of flesh and wood limbs tearing concrete

I know you treble now

This age is death

But my tears don't fall with you yet this sickening cruelty surrounds our city

Small children buried in their homes primordial forests silenced

But I don't claw my eyes out

If this dark age conquers we will leave this echo.