The Somber (Desolate Winds)

The sky if falling, it's vomiting fire
 over the mournful earth
 Mekk scour the land in search of sanctuary
 Seven decades of pestilence
 haunt the living detrtus
 Can no one escape the mark of the beast?
 Rivers overflow with sorrow as
 humanity drowns in war
 Man feasts upon his brother's demise
 All monuments to triumph
 have been destroyed
 Have we all paid tribute to the beast?
 "Surely this is the end"
 Cried the confessor
 "Perhaps the seals have been broken,
 I can hear the horns of the angels blaze"
 They streak across the deepest sunset
 He cradled his holy book
 His last breath exhausted in despair
 Under the poisonous embers
 of the final sun
 And darkness descended
 Eons haven't witnessed a night so cold
 Pierces the skin, chills the veins
 Hearts of the believers are frozen
 Under a frigid, limitless darkness
 Survivors emerged from hiding
 to find a black earth
 Trembling with betrayal, they indict,
 "He never came!"
 Weary bodies huddle in futility
 Clinging to life (like decaying parasites)
 As death walks the land
 Victim to...
 The frigid silence of eternity
 Disturbed by moans of despair
 If you listen close
 You can almost hear the
 cackling of the beast
 On the cusp of desolate winds