Augury of Ancients - Symbolik

The flesh emerges

Pulled from a corpse womb

A scene of a mother’s fatal love for her child

Is drenched in the light of the blood moon

Whilst clutching the warmth of his legacy

The king weeps and then speaks to his faded queen

«My love, rest your soul»

He repeated caressing the face of a stone

Foretold was the price you would pay

If his seed were to breathe

The throne he would take

And the coldest of the fates

Will descend upon the land

Long will live the king

But not the same for his enemies

Even knowing all of this

The king could not resist

The pride that he took in his offspring

For this prince flesh will rip

A kingdom built on bones of foes

Through the years that would come to pass

Disturbing occurrences

The haunting of something more

Wretched infectious slice of grim

A servant reports at the king’s request

«My liege I’m not sure how to cleanse this soul»

«Do what you must» his lord insists

No matter the consequence

A crash followed by the flames

Interrupts the peace in the palace walls

His royalty rushes from his seat to be greeted by the scene of his kingdom’s

fall

«Sound the alarm, we are under siege!»

The frail king shouts to all

«Remove my son from the kingdom in secret»

He must not fall

Frantic, he collected the boy

And proceeded to escape through a hidden corridor

He instructed the prince to block all of this

Keep a close pace

And cling to your focus

Approaching the edge of the only land

The boy ever knew he is more than confused

But he does what he’s told

Proceeds into the cold with uncertainty into the unknown

The empire slaughtered the masses

Those who survived were enslaved

A dynasty scorned from hatred

That will fester until it is saved