Like Carrion Birds - Abigail Williams

This place holds within its

Walls a profane legacy its sickening

My soul a monument to darker ages

Behold two thousand years we burn the memory

Twas such a beautiful site

The flames wrought

Tears from my eyes

To the beating of my dreadful heart peering

Into the dark to the dungeons of her hope

Thine is this portion of

My flesh will you wreak

Your sorrow on me forevermore

On this sombre starless night you’ve

Wandered from the safety

Of thy nightly shores

From the cold tombs heart

The spectre washes

Away we overturn the graves of gods who told lies

I feel as if time has fallen deathly

Still my passions my sorrows mere

Memories of a life past but I’ve come

To far to just walk away

From my empire the ashes from

The fire still litter the earth

In my wake an infinite sadness

Towards finite endings

Blessings from below curses to the above