Grey Mountain

From on high, a clear view for observing ruin down below Trace the arc of civilisation, trajectory to where all empires fall Grey mountain Sanctuary, conceived in the heart of violence Clandestined, dark haven Entitled mass, serving its own vanity From macabre wastes of relentless oblivion found With surgical brutality; hungry force, the dead one rise; Sardonic realms, Lost grip on reality Grey mountain Sanctuary Master, father deafening white noise Left for an age, in the vale of Arioch Waning grip, mark of arrogance Way of the snake, assuming that guise Could not remake paradise Echoes from past glories long gone Roots find their way inside, reclaim the potent stone, monument to a wayward cult(ure) Plain Cautionary tale: fall of the mountain king From hubris destroying the world around him

No matter what species finds itself in the ascendency All systems trend to self annihilation; no legacy secure A Future, scorched earth Perpetual imbalance, engine of disorder Wasting a life building walls from crumbling sand Waiting for the winter sun to shine and remove the chill of infinite time Perpetual imbalance Obscure cause, emergent doom Blue line protection, eroding away; keeping the vacuum of space at bay Flux continuum, like a furnace flame For better or worse, the agency of change Perpetual imbalance

Central conceit, primitive drive Barely alive, that withered old Break against the walls of a temple fortress Wildfire within ice, paradoxical nature of being Loving to hate, humanity’s bile, A universal evil I still remember its taste, and the scent of killing Wandered aimless in strange lands, lacking meaning Passing or failing only dust remaining….. Is there any hope left, of a new golden age Unfulfilled promise but where would be the righteousness Fallen angel’s gift from objective view point Deluded drones of christ lead to armageddon Now followed by the heathen hordes profit over survival Wearing masks, deceiver outlasts Wrathful generation condemned to future hell Deliberate obscuration The lowest form of self-sabotaging life Entropy unfolds No innocent tribe everyone fell for the blind Empowering the Universal evil

Find the night is darkest before the dawn Funeral for free will Subsisting alone, outlook unknown Exiled-by-design, in this hermitage - home Hiding away from my people, in isolation, where clarity is mine I can see the coming threat but no one will listen Hermitage Ignored the warnings, the sleeping village Until at last I embraced the void and felt the kiss of emptiness A thousand footsteps carved my path The only road I know It led me out too far I could only watch from the heights The fate of all commands is to fade The fate of man is to fail, in the end

Beautifully coiled the whip of destruction Calming the chaos of nature enforced Fury of a maelstrom in open rebellion Yet its form belies many shades a storm Terrorized, relentless size Biting cold, deep into bones of men no longer wise Futile regret of yesterday, existing without a reason for being here Beaten down, joylessly drown, until the will emerges within Beautifully coiled, the whip of destruction Calming the chaos of nature enforced Fury of a maelstrom in open rebellion Never learned lessons, instead suffer the storm Freezing skies, snowblind Barely surviving, the role of soul sacrifice

Lost prophecy of Theia shall rise, hidden in realms of those unrealized Curse of the damned predestined lies, front row seat to your own miserable oblivion found Only thing certain is the call, no one outlasts the decline and fall Burn down the sanctum, from which nothing will thrive ever again Decline and fall, eternal legacy dies Maybe it’s best that we quicken the end, to get the worst over and cease to pretend Existence no more than a humorless joke, curing the illness with a terminal stroke

At dusk, we shall hail; those last left to stand …before the light Weaving magic as perceived Harken to a time when mystery reigned and god's thundered above Out of the fog of history, released from chains of fictitious secrecy…free Pieced together from archaic inscriptions Message conceived in cryptic armour The priest always had a sense of drama Remote pockets of novel culture, back to the black in haunted halls Behind prediction wall Living mythology, restless for night to begin and ignite the sky with stars Living myths forever connected We fortified this ideal, hallowed in the cosmos Grey mountain collective Contemplate the depth of aeons Weaving together the strands of space and time