The Oak

Transcending visions below Behold the sight of forgotten truths Reborn from the ashes Of our drowned delusions Where are thy gods, where are thy saviors Evading Souls as we turn to bitter calls Trading blood for a burning shade to higher grounds There are no reasons to thrive as we die Un-conceive the flesh of the fallen masses Reaching the colors divine tearing us apart Marching through demise retrieve the solace blood Impending faceless eyes Falling streamless lives disintegrate The sign, the heart of thousand sorrows Through blackened skies the stars rejoice The fading exemptions Of foreseen conclusions and untold ceremonies Witness and decompose harvesting its demise Witness all around Nothingness abides the emptiness of our fall There is no joy there is no conscience Seeking to drown falling apart Hollowness deep within ghosting the lie Trying hard to be my old self claiming past lives Reborn from the ashes divine Reborn from the slumber revive We breed the same, we feed the rage The signs of the ancients, the sight ablaze We breed the same, we feed the rage The signs of the ancients, the sight ablaze

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025