Charred entrails

They mark the path ahead

As the wind carries ashes

Axioms lost

Virus spreads in shadows

Contaminate our breath

The cracks in our lungs

Grow like the cracks in our hands

Empty prayers of empty men in shallow graves

Loathsome dog, a setting sun, a vengeful god

Empty prayers of empty men in shallow graves

Loathsome dog, a setting sun, an absent god

Paths converge

Prey upon the dawn

Passage of our time

Forged paths of our fallen

Burn tyrants

Authors

Facing now only faceless

Lips against embers

Walls crumble as our

Idols lеave us to fall

Fixed our gaze on

Earnеd decay

Ashes of tyrants

Are left for eye less

Are we a heiress

All is left

We're empty

Empty prayers of empty men in shallow graves

Loathsome dog, a setting sun, a vengeful god

Empty prayers of empty men in shallow graves

Loathsome dog, a setting sun, an absent god