It echoed against the mountains

Water and thunder, might and grace of the oceans

Breached, gutted, giants rising from their bottoms

Ageless memories of distant realms, only told by the old and the mad

This inevitable conclusion, all the stories when they end are a fall

Tell me, tell me again, the words of the great fall

So they can be the crucible of my own

Facing the fire of a hammer-built truth

Breaking the layers of thoughts

Parallel mirrors of endless patterns

Seamless, like untouched snow

Reflecting existences shattered

The time will come to set it all anew

I search for an opening

Trying to see a convergence in the lines

Corrupted soul isn't among the gods, or whatever you call them

Devouring jealousy is but the matter of man

Tell me a story!

Veil of corruption, over perception

Is the story constructed?

Or generated at random in the starless void

It is time to choose, what do we want to be

As I woke up, I saw the grey barren lands

There were no forests, nor houses

But empty roads and a sky filled with columns of smoke

And dead factories, their empty halls resonating from the gears and furnaces

Of a past industrious glory

If a seed ever grow again in this place

It shall be crushed with the hammer of progress

For a man will survive and start over

And its only purpose, is to drown itself in the dazzling reflection

Of a lifeless metal dawn

I laid my breath amongst the roots

Put my eyes in a chest, threw my ears at the ocean, I am old

The chants are gone, smothered by new echoes of the city

They buried me under the mountain, yet in my sleep I am laughing