Seeds of the Desolate - Solitude Aeturnus

Shifting silent shades

of seething thoughts abroad

Amuck in shallow graves

not of solid Earth

Silhouette charades

of cascading shattered walls

Confusing conscience craves

but we must not fall…

At the first sign of light

We approached the once closed door

A gaping hole to that beyond

Where men should go no more

Descending stairs of icy stone

Carved by man himself

We built these frigid cavern halls

Where limbonic lives have crept

The seeds of the desolate

Sown in the blood of ourselves

The seeds of the desolate

Have we forever failed?

We stepped into that swallowing void

Exchanging life for death