The Scythe Remains At Bay

There's no light here
Yet it doesn't stop the shadows from appearing
See them gathering
Taking forms most foul
They have no mouths
Yet it doesn't stop them from speaking
Words of mockery and malice
Calling you to join them

They come and possess
They feed and they gnaw
They take your hand and rape your flesh
How long until there's nothing left
Procession has started
Who can tell how long ago
Leading to the hallowed ground
To the bosom of the great mother
There's no peace to be found

The curse can't be lifted
Vast plains unfold
There is emptiness but still you are
Shapes change yet the essence remains
Wander now these desolate fields
Cry out to haven, cry out to hell
Still the scythe remains at bay