A Crawling Ingression - Ageless Oblivion

Prowers of a hunter that claims the silhouette of a child

Eating into the trees as one with the forest breeze

The hairless back of a beast or two

Demented limbs and fingers ingrown, allied, entwisted

At bones with the wolves

Raised as their own on truths that of false

Harboured by a translucent brotherhood

And immersed in a carnality to hunt and devour

I shall pin back your eyelids

I shall peel the light from your days

Spread it over your skin and slowly remove the grey

Face the winds and discover the scent of men

Shed your lust to hunt, shed your lust to devour

SHED YOUR APOCRYPHAL SKIN

You mock us as weak

You tremble in our penance

You see us as grotesque

Yet you plea for our penance

Sheltered under your wing, immune from interaction

And exposed to nothing, merely specimens of curiosity

Words of rehabilitation and relief reamian as words

Empty oath worth all but dust

Mans conviction to greed overbearing the

remnants of truth

Empty oath worth all but dust

Face the winds and discover the putridity of man

Shed your lust to hunt, shed your lust to empower

SHED YOUR APOCRYPHAL SKIN

You try to feed us gruel, you cage us apart insulted and

demoralised

You have exhausted our hearts

Branded feral humans but we are not part of your

animosity governed race

And we will not abide within your restrains

We run as hunters

Your empty oath worth nothing but dust