The Elysian Void - Anakim

The rebirth of humanity

As they emerge from the tides

Immersed inner sanctum

Swallowed by the flames of the Phlegethon

The hand of the destroyer

Enters the fray of our world

To incite utter madness

Until the dark waters return

Searing

There is a maelstrom in me

Cascading through my dreams

Drifting further to perdition

Under the flux of the sanguine tide

To succumb to the rituals

That flood my conscious thought

I ascend beyond my burial

Between the horizon and the sky

Into the Seventh Circle of Hell

A stream of fire which coils round the earth

And flows into the depths of the abyss

A river of blood that boils

Souls consumed by arcane desires

To cleanse transgressions of lesser men

The agonizing sensation on my skin

As searing magma flows from the core

Visions of cosmological trepidation

Become one with the phantoms

That haunt the halls of my consciousness

The first ablating steps I take into

The delectable void

My blackened flesh still putrefies

Goading me towards absurd and unimaginable ends

Searing pain

The cleansing rages

Though my soul decays

Fed from the blood of the sanctified

Warriors of the oppressive death

Deities stripped of the veil

Ablaze in the Daedric flame

The cracked skin of babes

Leaks forth innocent blood

To fuel the furnace of

Our reign