And West once more.

Beyond swirling of spitting seas

Past immense gates of bloody iron.

Trapped, the animal bites through limbs in steel teeth

The human succumbs, meekly

And they have souls?


Shall we discuss boulders?

Slick with tears or blood.

Or a flaming wheel.

Bearing some screaming wreck

It will always return, for the weak

Of course


We need not bow to the choking shroud

(The shroud of Erebus)


Souls as bronze anvil, fell nine days

18 from heaven to crash on cold rock


When did we begin feeding on that lie

When did we accept our own cages

We need not bow down to the choking shroud

The shroud of

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