Naxen - A Shadow In The Fire Pt. III

Another tragedy
From the moment it began
A shadow touched by death
Alluding to something better
The unending hurt
From the moment it became
A legacy of loneliness
A victory that runs like sand through our hands

Assiduously we’re weaving like sluggish spiders
A maze of misery
As the gates to bitter grief
Are always open and appealing
And after all it was only
A piteous lament of disowned orphans

Another elegy
From the momеnt of conception
A dread as vast as night
Adeptly tailorеd by widows
The incessant howl
From the moment it began
A faithful vow of voraciousness
A shepherd that feeds his dogs the finest lambs

And the breeding never stops
And the despair never ends
Only absence can satisfy the fires of pale ambition
Pallbearers blinded by
Burning emblems of imbued insignificance

A palace surrounded by shadows
In which no light will persist
Amidst the ruin a desolate place for the deserted
And here it is where the beast will howl
IIn agony indefinitely

And the ruin never ends
And the great divide unfolds
And the patterns fade
And only the night knows

Another eulogy
From the moment of inception
Under a hardened sky
A desert that reflects our desiccated eyes
The blossoming of bereavement
Will wash away all what could have been
The anguish that we bear from this moment on