Violent reckoning

(the hour has worked it's final course,
Death rides in on a belligerent horse.
The world bows down to a cancerous king,
The words ring out for a violent reckoning.)

Birth of nations
From savage ancients,
Drove the sea
Into separation.

Built the walls
Of confrontation,
Justified by God's
Relation.

Burned alive
In man's conflictions,
Buried live
By false convictions.
Burn all the life out.

The law of the torch.
Enslave all the sleeping.
Nail a cross to the corpse.

(murder, famine, world war)



Shallow breath

Black fears
A creeping sensation
False pulse
The blood of exertion
Night's breath
Of cold desolation
The confined
Designs of death

Black wings sweep low
Over rotted souls
Screaming fears
Black angel pounces

The thieves of fears
Black walls surround us
Child's ghost appears
Drowned in the peals of darkness
Blind tears
The soul's desperation
False hopes
A lament of conviction
Deaf ears
Toll bells of extinction
You breathe
Your last shallow breath




Fire of judgement

Forged in the fires
Of extinction
Forged in the flames
Of death
Forged in the fire
Of corruption
Forged in the blaze
Of holiness
Forged in the fires
Of affliction
Forged in the hell frost
Of death
Forged in the pyre
Of benediction
Forged in the pain
Of darkness
Perish
In the flames
In the fire of judgement
Perish

In the nights
Of the shadows of nothingness
Perish
In the wars
Of the battles of holiness
Perish
In the wings
Of the angel of death

Crushed

Dreams
Lives
Hopes
Loves
-crushed



Moment of silence

In your eyes
The final spark
Of a flickering flame

In the sky
A star falls
To a deserted road

In your veins
A pumping heart
Full of life and fear

And all alone
Driving closer
To an open grave
In your mind
A flash of teeth
And a glimmer of steel

Pulse of life
A final teardrop
A moment of silence

Terror
In your soul
Needless cries
All loss of hope

Fear
Is nothing at all
Burning, falling
Into an open hole

In a moment of silence



Scorched earth

Send the winds
Cleaning fires
Of breath.
Closing teeth
On a mouth
Eating death.
Burning sand
Molten towers
Of glass.
Closing veins
Of a heart
Filled with ash.
Churning seas
Swallow light
From above.
Washing tears
Swollen eyes
Fill with blood.
Boiling fog
Choking child
Of stillbirth.
Blackened skin
Smoking fires
Scorched earth.

Used dreams

A holocaust will come
That you couldn’t
Have dreamed of
Having no dreams…

What might this storm want
If the point
Is just the burned rags
Of dead clouds…

Footsteps in a fog of blood
A roll of drums as warriors march
A shadow falls round gorges deep
Broken cries of the half sleeping

No wind… no stars… no night…
The wrath of the people is dark
Like the wild organ notes of a winter storm
With ravaged brows, with silver arms
The battle’s crimson wave – a forest of stars
No wind… no stars… no night…

A secret thread
A tear rolls back
Into it's eye
A feeling blown
Across the wind
A swarm of ravens
Of ice and stone
And row upon row
Dead swimmers moan

From darkness to darkness
From light to light
A secret thread
Spins lonely into stone



Severed

Out of silence
Rolls the sea
In darkened
Lines

Faded
Nigh tsky
The closing eye
Of the wind

Lonely sirens
One thousand
Sinking
Orphaned lives

Forming islands
A wound
Of ice
In the veins

Severed
All life that breathes
Suffered
Life on the cross
Cut all
The lines that bleed
Cast adrift
On an iron cross