The Watchtower

Nocturnal flight, no shadows cast a distant symbol of our beyond life lies in front of us Sacred Ground, Rotten Earth Ashes To Dust Flesh Decomposed Caressing the sacred ground where the deadened corpses lie A sepulchural misty night with a whiff of the Macabre Silently watching the stones put there as a symbol of death Our minds united; A force is lit, and insight creates A humanoid watchtower, reaching for their souls to the Sky For a glance onto The Other Side....