Black Miasma - Lantern

In the swamp by the lakeside

In the leaden skies' unrest

A heart lay solely beating

At an eldritch behest

Listen them sing when the moon’s ablaze!

Where sombre trees bow grandly upon dark gates of moss

He reached out for a secret that should have remained lost

…He hailed his grave

Heed this tale of him who heard the lunatic refrain

Now consumed by the black earth — never to be seen again

From his dying womb his foul remembrance crawled the firth

A roiling plague, his shadow thick — miasmal afterbirth

Black miasma over fields of red

Condemned to contain the virulent curse in him;

His asylum inside the lungs of townsmen

Black death to make them revel and sing

A hundred-voice hymn dying

Spawning from the water

Stirring from the spring of bones

Leaking from the cracks of earth

The pestilential fog enthroned

In the echoes of their dying chant

In the dirges of their souls nearing death

At the dawn of their new renaissance

Lowered lies the conqueror’s wreath

Black death over fields of red

…And their chant goes on and on and on…