Ashes laid to dust Seventh seal opened A mind of wisdom The hour was known Final rites spoken Wake upon death The day of passing An alluring end The seer of grief has spoken Seeking hands flooded with void Grasping at fragile mist The ruins to hold and thrive Whisper of what remains Dwell amongst the silence Amongst the ashen dreams A wilderness of dry stones For the last year's words Are now shriveled voices Fate the new language Visions of past escape Wearied existence Shadows rise as greetings Scorched, savaged faces Breathe barren in fate Stone bunded eyes Gaze on rising wasteland For these roots that hold Feeble hands embrace Drowned in burnished haze Clutch and sink to a depart Savagely still, waiting Clothed in echoes gone Rose stained regrets Violet hours steadfast Days are passing Alluring ends Retreat from where such came Kneel to a dark sun Bow to a moon of blood Diadem, fallen knees