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as daylight dies

in the shadows of the sun

crows will guide us back to the void

our lying bones

in the altar of flesh

left abandoned, shapeless, deformed

a shroud of gloom

as the night covers the earth

drown in the endless aeons of rot

the cry of depths

are the trumpets of the end

resounding from our tombs

mummified by the light of eclipse

the sea is black - the oily tide

as the pyre burn to the last of men

extinction clouds of cleansing rains

the melting of the sun and the moon before his eyes

the winds are still

the water is blood

the clouds of flesh

they prayed for coward gods

salvation never came

they hoped for better days

but the night befeld them

eternally