Resonance: Crimson Void

Citadel of ancient sorrow Turn your gaze to the void Twisted amalgamation Drift into the cosmic sea Though your halls echo deep And even ghostly visages begin to decay Wander still into the night To seek the province of the stars Through years of isolation The torch continues to burn Brethren guard, seeking solace Their dreams lying in the shadow of crimson wings Beholding, in the distance A sign of immeasurable hope Commune - in solitude Ascend - in nothingness Flourish - in deprivation And transfigure the wretched tomb Hold the flame aloft Into the black abyss As hope begins to fade And time loses all meaning The brethren lie as stone watchers of eternal silence Until upon their eyes rests the blazing sign Commune - in solitude Ascend - in nothingness Flourish - in deprivation And transfigure the wretched tomb Hold the flame aloft Into the crimson abyss Hold the flame aloft Into the crimson abyss A horror of horrors awakens The nebula stirring with malice Twisting the wandering walls into perverse and abhorrent forms Waves of anti-cosmic energy barrage the crumbling walls and through the gaping wounds enters the hideous infestation The brethren rise to defend their home as it crumbles down before them Hearkening the sounding of the bell, and rising to its call Awestruck terror engulfs the torchbearers Their home has betrayed them, and becomes their tomb

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

A withered garden flourished thorns of shattered bone and birthed flesh colder than the frigid storm A pyre of frost and earth embracing the sky sealed with the feeble touch of death Aside the memories of pallid mountains gleaned with flames, rest the calloused hands who held aloft the blaze Though their eyes fade, and wither in decay Though the light fades, the torch ever burns Torn asunder by mangled stone and steel And buried deep beneath themselves Their voice beneath the earth whispers no more Silenced by dust through gasping breath Ghastly fingers run like daggers across the skin To tear asunder fading blood held within The sound of torrential suffering muted by weight of their dead the tattered skin writhes no more a husk of eternal sleep Though their eyes fade, and wither in decay Though the light fades, the torch ever burns

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

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