Amalgam - Light Bearer

The Fallen Host:

The pit!

It breaths!

revive!

Bronchial!

grow limbs!

augment!

Life!

endure!

enamor!

Life!

endure!

enamor!

Ghost flesh, mortar truth

Scaffold built of dust coalescent

Substance formed of our own volition

Let the rings arrange!

stone substratum!

The conical it lifts atop our diligence

Crescent edifice, upon which stands our creed

Pile the sediment, enraptured sentiment

We the chisel, carve the lodestone

We the pestle, empty receptacles

Anvils chime out, clenched fists molten

Girders will smelt under caelum breath

Granite serenade tolls with resonance

The larynx of the earth, tintinabulate

Cathedral serenade, nave reverberate

The commencement of the climb:

Ever upwards so we will

With treaty in hand, our voices shrill

Atop our beacon tower

Our countenance of spires

Climb high with litany, make haste our mark indelible!

Our host forsaken!

Patriarch intolerable one should not rule over all

Our host forsaken!

Reward our petulance, we will not go quietly

Our host forsaken!

Hand over hand, ascension, we reach the summit of our rage

Grey flanks

Seamless shards

Incorporate, proliferate

Grow this pinnacle of stone

Our cold house, our exile home!