Devourer of Light

Entranced by the mists of disease
 We rest our eyes upon the Monarch
 The apparent true claimant of the crown
 Sowing grains of comprehension
 That an unworthy heir is to reign beyond the grave
 - a possible tale forgotten and buried?
 A long lost wisdom of treachery?
 A tablet ripped from our prophecy?
 ...and in dismissive awe we cross the ragged floor
 Vile visions glare in the sooted flare from torch after torch
 Past fields of futile dreams went our voyage to seek
 The wreath of wither and to reap the seeds of filth
 Rumours led us hither but all we glean
 Are visions of tongues on skin, in this moulted depiction of sin
 Doors open and heavy shadows are cast upon our figures
 As we adhere to the alluring hands of The Great Depressor
 We behold the crown and our ignorance fades
 In the glistening reflection of a lost sunray
 No lies fool our eyes as they gaze upon The Great Devourer
 - the true lion of our sun!
 The volatile flicker drowns in the shade
 Encapsuled in a jewel the sun's lost ray fades
 Down, our Monarch leads the way
 Another set of slanting corridors coil behind the gate
 Doors etched by panicked nails, in vain!
 For there's no surpassing the ways of fate
 ...and we are led past a blown torch
 Into a chamber with sooted, scorched floors
 Stained by deeds unknown
 Rows of catafalques
 Shackles
 Walls hollowed
 A reek of womb
 Our intentions of cleansing put us in debt to oblivion
 Mistaken for wisdom to own
 ...and in dismissive awe we cross the ragged floor
 Vile visions shared with The Depraved Heir
 As fuel for the engorged entities of fleshrot
 A journey into tragedy
 To pollute the futile breeding of life
 Life is futile
 Always we would seek the meaning, in vain
 For life was futile
 Vile visions will be our last
 As life stays futile we'll wither in infinite nihility