In an epoch when got thought only in greys
The sun burned alone with a pale frozen haze
The footfall of giants would tremble the dust
And fissures would riddle the crust
Dissolving the hearts of the innocent ones
A downward depression, these dirges unsung
Scowling down from the shoulders of titans
They ruthlessly rode in defiance
Carry me now on your winds of disease
Pestilence whispers like leaves in the breeze
Cradle me in your insipid embrace
Poised in a portrait of desolate grace
For miles above the mountains of scorn
Aloft on the wings of this monster we soar
To where the horizon expels its last breath
Where the evening sun and ocean have met
Alone
Swelling the surface that tremors with waves
Weeping unfettered 'neath night shrouded graves
From the unsleeping eyes of his vehement throne
The heartbeat of Neptune, forever alone