Unwavering ache
Fated collapse
Mouth of cinder
Heart of tar
Pierced through the lung
By the sword from my sheath
I Buried the broker between
Balance and blight
Pull the flail
From the face
Of allies and exiles alike
A thurible haze
Seeps from out
The cluster of skulls
In the hand of death
Wearing the pressure
Armour of grief
Lie in the crater
Lie in wait
Past the point
Of return
Gave hold of the reins
A husk of a man
Box up the fragments
To bury inside
Inured to the scars
Entombed in the aura of enmity
Bring an end to this
Bring an end to me
