Vestiges - Execration

Past the barren land of hope

Covered in white, smouldering ashes

Human remains across roads, seas and skies

Desolate landscapes of forgotten cities

Burn on the altar once extolled

Treacherous agents hiding in plain sight

Awaiting their time to thrust the stake

Crawling on their knees

Hiding from watchful eyes

No hope, no cure, no future

For the damned

Like parasites, feasting on their own

Gnawed to the bone

Vultures circle the impending dead

Feeding on their desperation

Like starving leeches, drinking their blood

Sucked dry, bled and hung

Corpses circle your fading life

Feasting on your decaying flesh

Remnants of forgotten undead

Desolate landscapes of forgotten cities

Burn on the altar once extolled

Treacherous agents hiding in plain sight

Awaiting their time to thrust the stake

No hope, no cure, no future on the vulture watch