Slidhr
Spit of the Apostate
1. Spit of the Apostate
What lies beyond the threat of the inferno is coming into focus
The promise of light fades into what we know, where we dwell
View their veiled bribes with the contempt they have earned
Embrace emptiness as your new god and the indifference it brings
In this state the maligned ruin has turned to riches
Feast! Feast on their misery
Feast! Absorb their lamentations
The years have gathered a lake of spit
Drowning fearful vocation
Weariness erodes yet hate awakens
The honoured are a bottomless pit
Nothingness, emptiness, meaningless.
2. Belief Burned as Incense
Sacrilege spreads like fire
Taking hold at the roots, raging
Fire, nothingness
Engulfing, claiming the macrocosm
Extinguishing the sun with the jaws of a wolf
Fire, nothingness
Ash and smoke
Belief burned as incense in a temple of mockery
Lit by a great star
The flames, they reach the eagles
The structure turned to embers.
3. Awaiting the Knife
Sobering awareness of the endless
Indifference to the sacred
My back has turned and awaits your knife
Rage is a weapon in your hand
The reality weighs then buries
Still not a dent will it make
All intent is wasted
All action is ash in a storm
Temples of gilded bone
Pits for the disgraced
A black hole for those cast out
The will of the weary
To gaze coldly upon the enslaved
Chained to a hopeless charade
Doomed to endure the futility from soaring heights or the depths of the sea.
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