Mere Are They... - Thy Primordial

Trod their ways, walk the accursed path

Swirl towards the dying

For death the ultimate reality

Hides the claws which well can be used

With a mask of will

A recollecting mask

Of how learning to spread the wings

To feel the soul

To unmake old realms

To plague the world of man

Raised like dust but fleshed as no dust is

Awaiting redemption of dark ways

Yet what keeps me here is what glows beyond

That of malice which quiver when touched

The tomb of man is the splendour of death

I haul the black future towards us

Though leaving no traces in the corner of dawn

The aged earth aghast

It’s ceaseless roaring ever fills the timeless skies

Yet leaving no traces in the corner of dawn