Carving a Temple - Svartsyn

Beyond the vision

And creation of the human race

A being mixed with blood

And clay of the Earth

The flame of Kingu

Hidden deep within

A rising flame

From the vast lifeless dark

Devouring the human

Conscious from within

Beyond the visions

Of withering life

There’s a coming of a harvest

Of eternal death

Where man subconsciously

Carve his own tomb

Awaken from its slumber

To storm restless

Deep within the soul of man rises

The wrath of dead gods

Slowly devouring man from within

Eating his subconscious

To devour it’s conscious

Drawing wisdom from the primal darkness

And placing oneself on the highest

Throne in the darkness

I am a phantom

Carving a temple in stone in the name of

Kingu’s black flame

This temple is cold…

Here, there is only death