The Dying Stars

From the utmost depths
 In blackest earth-flesh entombed
 I have arisen again
 The bedrock cracked by celestial vengeance
 Mountains cleft in twain
 Forests cindered by starfire
 Stir me from this greatest slumber
 Blood runs once more
 Blood of the forgotten seers
 Blood of those buried of mist-shrouded loss
 Veins pulse
 To banish millennia upon millennia of oblivion
 To unleash a howling keen of new knowledge
 Knowledge
 Ichor-smeared eyes bear witness to a firmament of turmoil
 My vision clears, my purpose hardens
 Ascendance - thy gift sears
 Burned by the embers of the dying stars
 It was once said that there is beauty in destruction
 That death brings serenity
 In the final exhalation of eternal peace
 Yet this thrashing conflagration of ending
 That scours all senses and purges the mind
 Brings only desolation
 And sorrow and woe
 Beliefs now cinders, credos in ruins
 A cold wind brushes the dead skin of withered ideals