As parasites we grovel through the dust
A temple devoured by the ancient fires
Autumn falls hard on restless flesh
Persistence buried in the sands of time

The grey man kissed the mud
Circular the ruins
In a dawn without birds
Crowned by the deities of death

Streets as cracks in the skin
To drink from the night itself
Webs of perdition crush the rushing earth
The aching void lures promising rebirth

Order from chaos
Every thought a tool
Order from chaos
Profaned by the burned and the dead