End Zone From The Distance
From the fields once cleansed by rain From the forests and lakes From the hills standing sullen in silence Which do know no human pain Canst thou see sombre fog Tricleth in thy slumberic reign Fog curls in this place where Crust covers earth's face on Dusty shores of Styx Mud and treasures mixed Human made maze Irksome, endless, sick Fire With no warmness Gap filled up with reek Lightless be all surrounds here Never they all to be sunlit This place is forever possessed by the fear of morn sun to appear Void will feed its malicious greed Here the spawns of underworld Beneath the mist so cold Single pale spark of the life Is extinguished by their will They're self imprisoned in their cells Self isolated graves Where every graveworm treats itself As the Midgards snake Spark has ripped ashen cloth Fog has swallowed it Stoneclouds filled this bottomsky Closed the stonecoffins lid Covered creatures condemned by no doom And the place of only gloom Where's no sane seed to breed Where even earth is waiting to die Ghost of the city fades From thy divine place Here Tentacles're left Last spies of that mist As remembrance Of unbroken circle Ugly in this eden In the daylight's blaze.
