The Seer - Khemmis

Circle the skies in search of carrion

Silhouetted by a blood red moon

A silent seer preying on my mind

The lurking fear tears at my eyes

When the night falls and the fog grows

Seek the shelter of these blackened wings

Flee the sunrise so I won’t find

That I might rise on these tattered wings

Why would I raise my eyes to danger above?

I keep my gaze upon the graves

When the scavengers feast upon what’s left

Only a husk remains, rotten and bereft

When the night falls and the fog grows

Seek the shelter of these blackened wings

Flee the sunrise so I won’t find

That I might rise on these shattered wings

So long beholden to heresy

And drifting away from the sun

Until the talons rip at my flesh

Lifting, I rise from the earth

I am grasping at air

From my earthly remains

When we thought we were flying

We were falling again