Enter An Encysted Hibernation - Argentum

The soul of the dead ruler might climb to the sky

drawn their sins suspended on helical tombs

in foreground rises the creepy shape of the unholy ones

larvae’s covering waiting for rebirth’s sign

enter an encysted hibernation

Empery’s necrofarmers cultivate these inseminoids

but what they do with their harvest lifeless

no one knows even if they will see the light of day

immerge their scabbards on glacial calabooses

enter an encysted hibernation

A memmified oval spheroid

emulsify at the archaic towers

beside the vast upper regions