The Essence of Nothingness
Smoldering and choking upon the fields of flame
Searing are the embers upon this throne of waste and decay
Smear the seed soiled from life in defiance and reign
Its rotten yolk, twisted in lust, a vile womb of rape and disdain
Slow and malign
Tainted by the hands of light
Dripping away a cold burnt reflection
The trumpets blaring, echo our name

Seeping its redeeming lifeless empty scores
Spawned by a ferocious hunger for battle
Shall I be called Sodom and Gomorrah?
Or master deceiver or bringer of truth

These callous rotted veins, the pathways, overgrown with sickness and loss
Your enemy, the desire running through them
The desire for life spreading to a void and a quest for the answers to nowhere

But still we worship these idols of whores, for the essence of darkness and war
And we worship these idols of whores, for the essence of nothingness