Eulogy - Chained Are Their Souls


Frigid wind whispers through my soul, I am thrown
Enlightenment, baying as if possessed
By the blood of those now cast away
Wallowing in the knowledge to never attain

Instinct to live, will to survive
The scent of blood the only drive
Chained are their souls, taken from the past
Yet through the cold, the hunger lasts

Life, bounded by logic, obscurity
Envision beyond mortality
Chained are their souls of our father's past
Their spirits wail, entrapped

Searching
Instinctive hunger unchain the soul
Abysmal eyes stalk helpless prey
Fatal calling, the lust unchained

Live untamed, to reign the hunter
The beast has come to feast
Searching, endless questing for blood
Cold air feeding the kill

Watching, emotionless eyes
Stalking prey for the kill
Hunger, blood is desire

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