Into the void, an image of nothing is fading
The venomous grey, dissolves into pieces of me
The carrion calls, entices the pest, they're falling
But no one can see the flames at sea
Last mind astray, lead me the way
Flames over ice, the visions are false
See how it dies, outside the walls
The memory purged from my eyes
Aeons ignite, inflicting the visions forsaken
The womb holds the souls that will be
The ravenous hole, swallows the dirt it has taken
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