Gathering the Stones

Here... Down within the dead pile Down amongst the dead "Down within the dead pile Down amongst the dead" Calling... Nameless... Rootless Currents, ply thy lash Scorched and drowned Punished and forgotten Left to oblivion's embrace Dwell... Eschaton Carry this rock, our testament A memorial etched in stone (For each of us outside) - one tablet One vessel, one guide, one totem Whose roots dwell far below At the depths Who amongst them shall bear the names? At the dawn of the ending? When the crimson window opens To flood all with the rage of the firmament? To name is to remember To remember is to summon To give form from memory This keening is sounds forever Thy back stoops low Under the weight of these stones Where upon the judgment of the end-time Will be laid bare upon a blackened canvas To honor the litany of myriad of past worlds Immortalized, crystalline To be dissolved within pyres of subjugation And there will be no sound Silent are the funerals - For circles wreathed in ash