October Falls - A Collapse of Faith Part I


The tide's rising, collapsed mountains of ideals ahead 
The arts of honourless martyrs the tongoues of nation's decay 
Fleshless bearers of faded credence, scarred for the north. 

From gallows to stained culture, to the piles of flesh in raging pyres 
Onset for the future, the hives of usueless shells in fire 
The burial mounds of ash, the horns chime for the end. 

Like a scent of autumn's decay filling the air 
The traitor's of manking fading to ashes, smouldering away 
A thousand voices chanting for tomorrow, idealistic flames ablaze. 

Mongrels for apostate daughters, the husks among the grains 
The weeds from honourless fathers, to root and absord 
And a thousand mouths screaming for hope 
The burden of false ideals haning in ropes. 

The surface of each trembles, crumbles beneath the scarred bare feet 
Above the corpus vermin, lays the stench of the spiritual decease 
A scarred north, buried beliefs, empty words ahead. 

An emotional winter, the oblivian rises as devotion crumbles above the fall. 

A cultural wsteland, a stupor of blood and honour 
The pallbearer of hoe, prognosis devours 
The bones of owls thrown to the soil of stained lands 
And the pyres of oblivion illuminate the demise. 

Horns of the wintry mountains screaming thorugh winds 
The wolves shall rise from the ruins of yesterdays. 

The primitive statues, monoliths of thoughts carved in bones and flesh 
Shocking the core of the human nature and shattering the ideals of mankind.

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