Menhir - Supplicant - Fen

Prostrate we are

On bended knee and foreheads pressed against the earth

Stained with blood

The altar is crimson yet the soils remain unslaked

Before the vastness of the megalith

Under the glare of a thousand veiled stares

So much more needed

More to be given to those beneath

Present thy fragile forms

Surrender… Supplicant

Enshrine in roots, the first ones scream out

A demand for vengeance

A clarion call that resonates

Throughout that cold void of forgotten epochs

In silent serried ranks we move

To the colossal pulse of the unknowable

Yielding

Willing

This malleable swarm

Compelled to carve remembrance

Harbingers of sundered generations

Slaves to a forgotten will

'Casting our gaze to the star-studded skies whilst our souls

Bleed into the thirsty earth — yet silent they remain

The keening wails of the singers of the summoning songs

Remain unanswered, unheard.

Yawning abyss, lifeless heavens

Unheeding but our supplication endears, the need for sacrifice

Resonates and echoes throughout generations

Before us and generations to come

Shriveled wastelands tremble

To the remorseless march of the lost

Shackled in chains of surrender

Slaves we are

On broken knees and foreheads driven into the earth

Drenched with blood

The altar is eternal