Unclean Serpentine

Inculpated nostalgia Walloping crave Visual impedimenta Further on the grave Nocturnal rehearsal Night's sight clear A curse reversal A hearse to steer Unclean Serpentine Entering silver winter The sun's turning grey Sliver of a splinter Causing life to decay Frost crusted mortals Left alone in the cold Vacuum of the portals Empty hearts to behold... Unclean Serpentine Eternal wind collapsing Colliding with the skin These hands that are grasping Absorb all that's within Submerged in boiling oil With a soul urging to scorch Flames remaining loyal Turmoil lit up the torch Unclean Serpentine