The Fallen Host:
The pit! It breaths! revive!
Bronchial! grow limbs! augment!
Life! endure! enamor!
Life! endure! enamor!
Ghost flesh, mortar truth.
Scaffold built of dust coalescent,
substance formed of our own volition.
let the rings arrange! stone substratum!
The conical it lifts atop our diligence.
Crescent edifice, upon which stands our creed,
pile the sediment, enraptured sentiment
We the chisel, carve the lodestone.
We the pestle, empty receptacles.
Anvils chime out, clenched fists molten,
girders will smelt under caelum breath.
Granite serenade tolls with resonance.
The larynx of the earth, tintinabulate.
Cathedral serenade, nave reverberate
The commencement of the climb:
Ever upwards so we will
with treaty in hand, our voices shrill.
Atop our beacon tower,
our countenance of spires.
Climb high with litany, make haste our mark indelible!
Our host forsaken!
Patriarch intolerable one should not rule over all.
Our host forsaken!
Reward our petulance, we will not go quietly.
Our host forsaken!
Hand over hand, ascension, we reach the summit of our rage.
Grey flanks,
seamless shards
incorporate, proliferate,
grow this pinnacle of stone,
our cold house, our exile home!