Bellvm - Imperial Triumphant

Landscapes in the sky

Transfigured grey

Within this shroud of death

Boils their flesh

Given morbid, unremitting sentience

There is no beauty in these hills

Totality of ruin

And fateless winds from

The porous earth

Disperse the herald’s mist

Fused in apokalypsis

To live here is to die

To die a gift

By Mekanik Sovereign