Tahoma
The firmament tears Transmuting terror into rage Overcome and cast aside This body of shorn limbs And torn veins Gazing into the well of memory We saw mountains in our bones and rivers in our blood From the forest to our flesh A mirror of granite, cedar, and fir Rekindling ancestral fire We struggle to our feet With wounds open in our hearts And a furnace in our minds And we are as we once were Though buried by these times Bereaved, and seeking shelter In the wake of an iron wind
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
Though I dissolve I am not afraid For from whence we came We shall return My waters are one with this There is no separation My waters are one with this There is no separation I am the ocean I rise and fall This suffering Sleeps within me I am the ocean My blood is the well The currents cradle Suffering and death
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
Fear enshrouds us Scattering all of our memories And we have become the insatiable hunger Coiled around our roots We are but dust We are but water Wandering this ravaged land In the shadow of the mountain
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
This has become the weight of all This is the precipice, the breaking of the spirit This is the weight of fate Carried into the ocean of chaos In the waning light, we bloom In the bitterness of mourning We release this pain Safe passage to you, our friend Though were you've wandered we cannot follow When the spring rises you shall be reborn
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026