Drawn Astray

As the storm passes, the elegies fall silent And wills once strong melt in mute submission To the course that we chart, in spite of all resistance That rages within and echoes throughout These admonitions heard but unspoken Who declaim to us: 'Face what you have wrought' We cannot escape What passes right through us Must we face this with empty hands? Must we face this with empty hands? Suffocating dread, the emptiness of scorn For the path we tread upon The future is clear, the trail is well worn Where it ends, we will find our demise

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026