The Cold, Cruel Mountains

We Roam these lands in darkness Watching the eternal ashes fade Our hands tremble, our fingers turn black Rotting amongst the darkest of souls A dying body, mind, and metaphysical consciousness The icy cold bars of the long-abandoned prisoner Stabbed by the piercing needles of the darkness The fear corroding the very mind as the body collapses The ice-cold leaves us to wander alone In her darkness, left behind by the ignorance Despite our minds seeing through the lies We’re condemned by the icy blood of fools As the fog blinds the eyes of mortals The piles of bodies long decayed, rising once again Their icy blood-red corpses now skeletons of old As they clench their feeble swords and hunt the endless wastelands Forever The Daeva, rulers of this land Their crowns of thorns piercing the very earth Long dead, black memories burned in blood Forever awake, bloodshot eyes stabbed eternally Lost in the icy fog of death and sorrow As the body goes cold, the limbs fall in weakness As the skin gleams black with her darkness Blood pours from the mouths and freezes The decrepit tundra riddled with frozen corpses As the bleeding moon drips a hail of blood, they rise to snuff out the light They rise to pillage the lands as her hand of darkness commands them Blindly wandering like they did when they were alive With no purpose, simply living to die The frozen tundra brings only death as the darkness graced it with the eternal curse, the cold kiss of death Husks of bodies without souls, souls roaming the bleak and endless darkness of this long forsaken planet