Desolate land

Calling into the nothing, into what I see is not there,
Where has all of this gone? Abandoned and bare,
Confusion sets, eating away at burned skin,
Survival hits hard, I must be free from sin.

Cast me out into insanity, no longer can I feel pain,
I am free from all I knew, I will not die in vain,
Push me to limits, no care, I have nothing left,
Keep me, leave me, rip me, abandoned for death.

This may be all this land is made of,
Desolate in all, no growth no broth,
Alone, so quiet, only thoughts can be heard,
No life in sight, the virus spreads, pain endured,

Sweat stings my eyes, my mouth dry,
Crawling on knees, from forces at high,
The ground moves, shaking all that stood,
Trying to swallow me, like fire on wood.

What is there left to take, all life has drained,
Leave those few that walk this shattered plain,
Crippled death awaits, the dark hunts its prey,
Struggle to breath, stay awake, heed the day.

Virtues share power, cleaning the broken slates,
Your victory will not last, the fall of you awaits,
The ground rumbles, dust covers the horizon,
Quaked from war, gas turns wind into poison,

Free this land, take your hand from its grounds,
Reverse the plague, banish the flesh gutted hounds.
Ravaging in fear of what may soon be lost,
Destiny will come, colder then the winters frost.

Never ending sack, proud of your destruction,
Keeping our sanity, tormenting with devastation,
This captured essence, will soon be over,
Its reign will no longer stifle the survivor.

Feel the life in me slowly fade, I care but not,
Desolate land lived in, stale bodies slowly rot,
Fighting but yet giving in, living yet slowly dying,
Crusade I must, weak in agony, barely surviving.

Tarachin © 2009