Penthos: Lament - Ageless Oblivion

Without me you not pleasure

Without me you not bliss

Without me the mind would unravel

To a permanent state of remiss

Neither above not below

Neither blessed nor unhallowed

I dwell in all that’s hollow

This world will carry my throne

A sovereignty of branch and bone

I dwell in all that’s hollow

The weight of an unliftable stone

Intractable power, I can’t be overthrown

I dwell in all that’s hollow

I remain misery and sorrow

I Lament the wounds that fortune deals

I remain in all that’s unhealed

For I am as much a part of life as life itself

These roots grow from me to the earth and into all of its

beings

I am not a benign, nor hostile ever presence

Pull up roots, burn down trees

I will exist, always

tear down entire cities

I will exist, always

Seen by the eyes of many, spoken through the voice of all

Misery is absolute, always

I am the salt in your blood

I am your hands in the fire

There can be no solace without struggle

Through the mine

These roots grow not to restrict

Allow their growth, prevent their control

I am no illness or that which can be cured

There is no departure from what must be endured

For I am not foul

You need me to survive

You need me to realize the worth of life

I am no deirty, I accept no prayer

For I will bring no fortune

Regardless of that which you believe

I am as real as the soil

As the seas which churn

As if to worship fire

Fire still burns

I am the winds of human sorrow

I am the waves of no tomorrow

The time you live is the time you borrow

For I reside in all that’s hollow