Sands of Hinnom - Gloria Morti

Welcome home

To the set tables of famine

Here, where all but fear fails

The suffering is perpetual

A path paved in carrions

An endless southward spiral

Here, where little hope resides

The shadows have no mercy

The god forsaken space

An abode of torment

Here, the laws are that of anarchy

In the presence of no greater beast

The saddened are sentenced here

To serve forgotten kings

The travellers burn their feet

Upon the sands of Hinnom

As the sleep-devouring snakes trail their wake

Within the boundless valley of lamentation

Welcome home

To the set tables of famine

Here, where all but fear fails

The suffering is perpetual

Here, where the remaining debris of hope reside in Death