Plagues of Insomnia - Wode

The torch is extinguished

Gorging in gloom

The pall of a past world

Thrones burnt for beacons

A selfish prayer for light

In cold hearts lay hidden

The secrets of this world

As the waves roll in towards signal fires

Silence in the valley of dying stars

And aries burns in the void

Sickness moves in silence

Lips form prayers to broken stone

They await death in crumbling towers

The ghost of memory

Sunlight on a broken column

Dead to the light

Born into this world of darkness

Our path has led us here

This valley of dying stars

Hollow sun

Blood from the air

The waves bring death and unknown horror

Hollow sun

What lurks below the void?

Where the waves bring death

Bones tombless as their flesh