Primordial Sword

Nostalgic Stupor Open the ancient veils Of elder vessels Reborn in darkness Call out! Center thyself Even the unwilling Be not afraid of their swords Rather feel comfort in it's blade All the lives slain Feel their despair! Hear them now! Through the walls The ominous crackle Their voices inhuman Their massages inhumane Spirit spasm Caressing scales Weaving together Reptilian features Invading the flesh A thirst for balance Under stone Below where they wonder Curious journey Unfiltered nightmares We puke on its filth Remain hidden Until it's time A gift of sight In exchange of life Interior rotting Scoots protruding Epidermis distorted Appendages growing Tail reconstructed Cold blood flows Fills every crevice With it's power Gliding through Obsidian Possession Swimming through this reptilian hearts Of the frantic masses