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