Dialogue with the Dead - Diabolical

Hours pass in the remnants of reality

Carry the burden of the forsaken souls

Buried deep in a wasteland

Beyond all dignity

The house of the fallen

Scorched by fire

A dead man’s words

Cogitatio et veritas

Penicillus et tabula rasa

Thoughts are creators of the world he said

Harnessing the power in a

Dialogue with the Dead

Sermo cum mortuis

Empty world devoid of leaders and gods

The outer chaos and inner conflict subsides

Let it go

The inheritance and truths of aeons crumble

Direction and focus

Channeling the surge

A dead man’s words

Cogitatio et veritas

Penicillus et tabula rasa

Thoughts are creators of the world he said

Harnessing the power in a

Dialogue with the Dead

In the dead of the night

The crippled growl in delusion

Let the wolves loose and open the gates to oblivion

The dead awaken and put an end to the illusion

Stroke of the quill

The thought and the will

A dead man’s words

Dialogus cum mortuis

Cogitatio et veritas

Penicillus et tabula rasa

Thoughts are creators of the world he said

Harnessing the power in a

Dialogue with the Dead

In a Dialogue with the Dead