Wielding Death - Soulburn

Sepulchral fog

On my stinking breath

Views drained

From color and frame

Lucid Inferno in Fiery Haze

Incinerate: Get ablaze

Vultures gather

Swirling high

Round and round

The mystic sky

Eagerly awaiting

On Smoldering bones

Scorching feathers

Upon Death’s throne

Lucid Inferno in Fiery Haze

Incinerate: Get ablaze

The farewell of patterns: share the hollow from the pace

By the call of it’s initiation: and the wanting from the graves

Sepulchral fog

On my stinking breath

Views drained

From color and frame

An impetuous alliance

Departing my flesh

Indulge into twilight

Bereft of any doubt

Lucid Inferno in Fiery Haze

Incinerate: Get ablaze