An emblem of truth to those who bow their heads and dwell within its shadow
Wherefore to stand in the garish light of the antediluvian liberty
When the chastening glow of darkness brings its on gratification?"
and crawl on their bellies through shards of god.
Emerging in radiant gloom, a cruel mockery of luminescence,
Like the twisted afterglow of a star bound in chains.
For the fools who dip their blades in the cesspools of betrayers
In the name of gods they never had; our godheads, wrenched from grace
To preside o'er the hate of the heard, belighted and broken by tyrant and state
My cause is not your cause!
Your faith was never mine!
And mine will ne'er be yours!
And bearing its perverted message as their own, to the funeral of our creed
- The Remaining Few
- First Light
- The Great Darkness
- The Storm
- The Name of the Wind