Enraged and Drowning Sullen

Cycles of livid death in the shallows of the stygian marsh

Toiling with dying breath

True horrors of the trapped souls

below that of a seething cauldron

Drowning beneath, bereft and sullen

never to breach the surface forever to suffer

Tides of murk churn

somatic beings of wrath flail

Striking one another, violently surging forth as one

true human form be it vile

The aversive hostiles look on to me

resentment an ebb from thine eyes

Blessed be the womb that bore thee

in weeping and grieving may you long remain

Blessed be the womb that bore thee

accursed spirits may your plights be in vain

Shackled to the depths and the violence you crave

City of dis, demise

We enter secure in our cause

Barriers jut from the murk

The mire with red embers smolder

forming lit towers that scrape the sky

Endless are fields with tombs ablaze

everlasting in eternal flame

Heretics of heaven, blasphemers of god confined

all give out a low moaning wail

crestfallen to the bed of thy flame

Those who hath fallen from heaven await

the guardians of dis

deny entrance through the city

Forewarns of death, to never leave from this fallen estate

A thousand serpent furies defend at the gates

Infernal demons refined

from flesh to mist with sword and fist

An effortless subsequent

storm of the city of dis

The guardians stood in his way

Every one of them stood to be slain

While crushing their bones into dust

those that remain will cower in vain

All of the guardians stood in his way

Every one of them stood to be slain

The only true god a warrior trusts

stains on his blade the color of rust

The harbingers of death, chant for dying breath

The enraged and drowning sullen

soak in the remains

of the guardians who’ve fallen