All fire burns black

Stygian the darkest, most cleansing of flame
The scythian light that reaps the herd

Yielding to nothing, amok in its feral walk
Godless and unforgiving with a heart of brimstone

In a purification ritual - cleanse the world of this abomination

Through dust of ages, burned into ashes of the seer
The voice of an ancient echo travels across the astral plane
Before the mark of time, before the origin of life
What was and what shall be again meet at the crossroad of the divine

Washed in anguish, cloaked in shadowed ancest

An art of power
An archaic darkened gleam
Shimmers through the cracks of the arcane
Black sun, obsidian storm

The holographic construct of being
An empty space in the glow of clarity
The sentient subconscious wraith is waiting

In the solar lodge I found the key

There is a river in us all
It flows a crimson ruin through our veins

It is the life blood of suffering
Red magma on a slow course to oblivion

This river, it binds us
It flows through us, feeds us
It gives us health, it gives us life
And drowns the rest of the worl

I have been molding this burden for a lifetime
Curved in the most exquisite form
Forged to capture my molten iron will
A vessel that shall carry me to the grave

Purity through fire
Cauterize

This furrowed affliction is as arrow-ravaged flesh
Locked away in a chamb

Aequa lege necessitas sortitur insignes et imos

Remove this mortal coil
The nucleus of life, a vestige flame
Where memories are adrift in a capitulum hollow
Remove the heart and marrow
The perpetual rhythm in a pallid cage
Replace it with thorns, dried with age

Scar me, bleed me

Remove the ghost of being
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