Long forlorn grey emperor grieving for creation
Releasing true remnants of light benign
Archaic lines hung within this blood red sky
Long forlorn fey emperor willing for a new life
Aching for the flesh of its binders
Sacred wisdom in vacuums of fade and dust
An apostate ward survives
Long forlorn grey emperor grieving for creation
With you there is nothing here
A consecrated arcane prison
This spirit will never be free again
Destined not to be one of this earth
Splinters of consciousness outlining peripheries
The will to die I keep my own
Awaiting mouths are screaming hunger down below