Where The Wind Is Fire To Them

Dark Flood

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Staring at the pyres of all the unreachable
gives more bliss than one could bear
Now encumbered by the blitheness of existence
Days might chance but the vapor’s the same

I wish we could still believe in this world
Looking back saying we were never alive
In this carnal material all means are achieved
Let the wonder of harvest come abiding but kind

I have fed the beast of a nightmare
Torn the earth down to the core
Roamed in the image of Adam
Until the dawn of the luciferian light

Who are they in the dark obsolete to colors
Dancing in a doomsday prom
Shrouded perfectly in blackest weeds
Fear of endlessness read on each lip

And triumph for those whose sailed afar
To where the wind is fire to them
They seek the infeasible from the south of seas
Where the waves are walls around them

We are equal before the sun
But the night has just begun
I glance daringly up to the sky
It hardens my hands to try

Foes and friends, both and in between
Walk me to the martyr’s guillotine
This earthly realm is least benighted
From now on I might travel light