Beneath the golden canvas of dawn
A monolith of stone to sacred wisdom forged within the unknown
Here remains a dying flame
These solemn watchers groan beneath the pines
Imbibe the storm
Inhale the ashes
They will drown in fire
Let it also consume you
Glean the ashen cinders
Of these wretched bones
Cast them into the water
Let the wind embrace their memory
An abscess to be dissected
Destroyed and forgotten
Sepulchral augury of annihilation
Divine omens of transcendent destruction
The blackened gods of old descend to their final resting place
They will drown in fire
Let it also consume you
Glean the ashen cinders
Of these wretched bones
Imbibe the storm
Inhale the ashes
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