Our dungeons within were built 
Brick upon brick, as in prisons we did wilt 
Like flowers disillusioned by the pyrrhic flow 
Diluted by our tears and blood 

We broke away from our chains
From the sign of dawn and new days 
The wintry demeanor of bastards we overtook 
Remelted like the forge of steel 

The dragon’s blood oranges quench our thirst 
A bitter remembrance of our curse 
Hearken to the heart for our true desires 
Scorch their world of excrement in fire 

Uncountable battles commence 
Time seems to stand still 
There’s only one way out of this attrition 
To the victor beholding the kill 
Red runs the majestic blood 
Their eyes painted black 
Turn the sword from the sky 
To stab them through the back 
Wintry storms, from planets scorned 
(The cenotaphs of ancient Gods) 
Whisked away by the dew of day 
Evaporating in the heat of the dragon’s court;
I call forth these legions of dusk 
The soldiers of distant stars,
From whose light has long since perished, 
From the Pheidippides of Quasars

Call upon the seventh storm 
To tear apart these walls 
The sentinels greet their dooms 
As we ring our barbarian calls 

Acceleration of geologic aging 
The earth’s reclaimed its land 
We brought forth a new empire 
By our legions of the damned.

Algae wrapped in Aegean salt 
Saturn standing tall (can you bear it?) 
Uranus and Mars dance so far 
Questioning the dead man’s ferret 

Life begets death, so often seen before 
Rise high, fellow warriors of night 
We will win the war! 

Much time passes...the smoke clears 
The sky turns blue again 
I dictate the following to my friend:

“I raise the flag of victory in the ocular reflection of a new Queen. I rejoice in the trumpeting fanfare as the coronation begins to clean their wretched ruins... White monks, not bothered by absurdist malignant orthodoxies, yet not unfazed by decrepitude of their omnipotence, rot embittered by their envenomed transience”. 

I see the song.
I hunger...