I-OCTOBER FALLS

There’s an absent of light, a hunger towards eternity And a chained, primordial nature unleashed From the womb of ash, to the stronghold of silence The bloodlines of the past, the ashes of hope Towards the horizon and beyond, into deeps and below With the mark of the north, scarred to the bones The chalice of past, the deep flames to aspire The empty starlight subliming the blind And outshining the pyres of the fallen ones A thousand lifetimes, that has streamed to waste The statues of stone and fire, the thrones of ash The ever burning darkness, the luminous shadows Towards the womb of primordial nature The ardent souls roaming, towards the core Casting the shadows, the deep abyss rising The nature’s strength and the firm touch of mortality Fading into the womb of primordial nature