Gathering the Stones - Fen

Here… Down within the dead pile

Down amongst the dead

«Down within the dead pile

Down amongst the dead»

Calling… Nameless… Rootless

Currents, ply thy lash

Scorched and drowned

Punished and forgotten

Left to oblivion’s embrace

Dwell… Eschaton

Carry this rock, our testament

A memorial etched in stone

(For each of us outside) — one tablet

One vessel, one guide, one totem

Whose roots dwell far below

At the depths

Who amongst them shall bear the names?

At the dawn of the ending?

When the crimson window opens

To flood all with the rage of the firmament?

To name is to remember

To remember is to summon

To give form from memory

This keening is sounds forever

Thy back stoops low

Under the weight of these stones

Where upon the judgment of the end-time

Will be laid bare upon a blackened canvas

To honor the litany of myriad of past worlds

Immortalized, crystalline

To be dissolved within pyres of subjugation

And there will be no sound

Silent are the funerals — For circles wreathed in ash