Wyrgþu

[Lyrics & Music: Árfæst]The dead are like an ocean stilledFriend and foe alike in oblivion's embraceAnd still we cannot cast aside our arms and restPoisoned by the venom of beliefCast flailing into the crucible of fateBy the negligence of dying godsThat like decrepit beasts, have thrown their bodies downTheir feral might relinquished, succumbing to decayWhere rivers once roared and churned their courseThe shadows of the clouds are all that seem to moveA burnished glow of fires on the seared horizonThe flicker of embers around our feetAshes of meaning drift beyond our broken grasp Fireflies against an endless wound of nightA wasteland of embittered ghostsAnd the interment of our feeble hopesDraw down the wrathful storm to cleanse this ruined worldAnd wash away man's ignobility Pray for atonement and the agonies to comeSo that those who follow may find a better pathThe storms I call to bear usTo the mercy of the voidEven in deathOur blood will nourish the bounty of your Spring