Iron Night/Torment Storm - Aura Noir

A scorching dark layer

Attaches to the skin like leaches scratching

Inside the open wounds they pray

Their jaws are open, their tongues pave their wave

A pile of limbs, death’s caress

A vile scent drawn through each breath

See the crests on the path to the fields

The black desert, the concave shields

Iron night, the end forlorn, nothing’s stranger

Torment storm.

Exposed to direct danger

Cavities in the horizon

The clamor echoes endlessly

Claw-marks printed in the sand

The torment storm has erased the land

Gasses blur the visions

Toxic lives inside the wounds

Blister gather like blood clots

Pungent sores, the flesh does rot