A Dead Rose for a Dying World

Beneath an ashen sky... in the pouring rain I stand and gloat upon a dying creation As one by one the embers of life die out And drift into an endless eclipse Come, Armageddon’s winds of butchery Let me taste the last drop of blood Sink the sword into the core of the earth And transfix the heart... cut open the veins As a dead rose has fallen into a torrent of blood That pours into the cavernous tomb Of a world lost in the depths of the night…