Tomb of Giants
Rusty Powers, Everett Wing, Jared Baird, Charlie Fischer, Dylan Stuntebeck
Decrepit catacombs made of human bones,
Runes etched in marrow stone,
They speak of anti-matter,
No light shines
Here, the creeping deep.
My burrowed light feeble in its cage.
The light flickers,
Soon dark will feed,
Yet I am beckoned further down.
How I miss the warmth of the sun,
I hold this chalice of abysmal energy,
It's drink coats my throat,
It is a bitter tar.
I am taken.
The tomb consumes.
No reprieve.
No fucking relief.
Pride is torn asunder,
Light devouring domain,
Glory forever plundered,
Lost forever remain.
I lay drawn to fleeting light,
I reach out to grasp nothing,
And fall as many before,
Forever remain in this tomb
