Footsteps of Gigan
This track is instrumental.
A seizing, writhing, bleeding mass of energy. Bouncing and tripping along, Leaking Phosphorous and oily reek Fear is cold and real When the bizarre reveals a face An identifiable curse. And the urge to kill consumes... Not much it takes... To become the force, the feel The King and his court... For the legs of a spider once quick Now apart from the soul... A tragedy Still they move with a purpose; a will Nevertheless they dry and blow away with the wind
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
An orb of blue apart from all, Self-righteous fantasy, Eternal permeation... Despite interstellar intervention. Did Orson know? Mice once thought slow... Denizens of the deep Through minds eyes they creep Locating new worlds their goal! Are they saviors? From the skies drop tormented matter, A reversal of intended existence To what end; this struggle that surrounds us? To know it is to fear it. For it will be we that combust when light stretches across the skies... Will we even be able to choose how we die?
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025