The Creation, Pt. II: Thanatos

When life comes down
That piece that once felt unknown
For man or gods

A ruthless soul
A presence a watcher of all
A stream unfolds

Rayless stands
The icy earth
Morn comes with
Desolation

A moment in ashes
When darkness comes
Forgotten forever
Crestfallen ages

Walk away from burdens
And become futility
For no soul
Felt at home

From embers ash pours
Non remains on tainted hands

All seems crestfallen
And for a moment all was
When all the light goes dim and dies
Then nothing it becomes

Walk away from burdens
Unconsciously within
You are destined
To become Futility

And with a gentle touch
Reanimate and deconstruct
The carrier of one word
Becomes an architect of none

Under the coat of indiscreet
Looks and loneliness
Plenty filth and commodity
Easiness duality

And no light burns anymore
And no light burns anymore
And no light burns anymore
And no light burns anymore

Inside there is an empty space
A void of obligation
The guilt of duty remains charred
Chance without hope
Loss without knowing where to belong