Maelstrom - Nyn

Two travelers enter the maelstrom

Inside which they find reflections of the distance inflicted upon them

Cursing them forever to change

Choices they’ve made, they cannot escape their past

Memories that shaped their psyche

When entered the Maelstrom they left behind

They can’t evade the mirage of their past that casts a shadow

Unto their separation, as they close like a sea of darkness

As trials change them, they’re shaped in different ways

Truth is, both, they’re unrecognizable, two mirrors between them

Yet their song still brings them back

Blood drawn between them, forged in strife, inseparable

And so they journey into the maelstrom

As they enter the dark void they look to

The shadow of doubt within

And they walk towards the precipice

As the dark storm curls within

They look at each other and then take the step

Into the maelstrom

Part II: The Ignorance of the Gatekeeper

Soldier on your kind will not be welcome

You cannot be here

This realm is of no consequence to your kind

The subhuman tendencies of unrefined filth

We built these temples, built these shrines purified our blood and wiped out

slime

Still we struggle among ourselves to establish castes, purity

To impose our fratricide self defined

Unfragmented malevolent criticism

For the tribalism of the lands of self dynamism

Lacking the awareness of the seed makes the heart untangle from abasement

The walls built around the hollow flame, flesh strewn across prickled, weak

The maelstrom was supposed to take us to a place more advanced, more refined

Yet the gate is guarded like a flower steps away from wilting

Our lands are different yet in the eyes of the tempest we are all the same

Yet the price we pay to enter is a soul too high

The end of unity is nigh

Cold

Part III: The Skinrender

To forge desire, the affection that goes skin deep

The cuts come deep, slashing across the eyes that turn inwards

Salt the wounds burn the pus away

Sacrificed to the altars gazed upon by disaffected eyes

A body disconnected lies inside

Crushed by pressures demanding a stride

Propped up empty veins draining life force from society

Crush them claw their eyes out skin them alive

Have no fear we shall grant them no rest

Heaven abandoned us all so we will never forget

Their time has come

The skinrender arrives, time to take its toll

Price of flesh paid in the currency of fake propensity

Cast your semblance aside

Leave your flesh behind

To decide what the worth of one’s soul is

I weigh it against void of a black hole

The trials complete, the verdict is drawn in fire

When the flesh is flayed, your core displayed, there’s nothing inside

You trudge forward, an empty facade

Actualization of empathy denied

A carcass mirrored in bloodred collages

Splayed across clouds in a collective mirage

No one hears when you scream

Part IV: The Exemplars

Drowned by insight

Hunted all through the night

Blood engines churn alight

Pursue the beast inside

Pale of blood we hunt into the night

Alive, the ancient curse

When we rise the moon will consume

The gods will look upon us and descend

The seers will mislead

Healers will concede

Cutting slashing blood is gushing

Darkness consumes blinding seething

Whips out lashing umbilical cord tying into dreams and burning

Down the church of nightmares hunting larvae giving birth to elder gods in

cycles timeless

Serpents endless spiders vacuous orphans nameless martyrs lifeless

Cosmos seeking entry into our realm with the birth of emissaries eyeless

shadows soulless

Marks of those who fell to the thirst, runes of power bestowing

Perversities upon the beholders who transform into their own worst

Enemies only to be blinded by the enlightened

Biting into flesh seeking the path to sightless visions of the gods