Hells Lost Chambers - Aura Noir

From the undergrowth

Of the frozen red

His' eyes are howling

For your weight in silence

Your lying life of approximations

Lies still in the grave

And the distance rigged

In your undreaming eyes

Is eternal, like hell’s lost chambers

Death looms in his laughter

Like a brittle soliloquy

.on your stance and retribution

Whispered inwards

Towards your deep ancestry