Exodus of the Behemoth
Be strong in deference to the milk that feeds vacuum
Hang the jaw that once stood proud in plaster
Be firm in such gray dreams that lay in ashes
Memories so faintly apparent crack in aberrance
Lurid Augustus so enflamed by your own nectar
How strange the Kosdok that pains to hear distant thunder
Empty peals, failed empty peals
The great western empire of shades and fumes
Masked by aggrandized shadows hidden from the crumbling keep proper
They revel in the reflected radiance of so many gilded levees
The shattered whisper reaches their communal psyche, should they heed it?
Come back dear children, return hence to your glorious lore
Seize the gateway with rusted soul raise up Saint Rocks fallen capstone
Empty Peals, failed empty peals
Down the choked riverbed the confluence of collective conscience
No one answers the westward wind with eyes under siege by envy
Foul proud people what god will answer your atheist edict?
Miracles always reached for with a hope mouthed in apathetic hypocrisy
Behold the admiral will only marshal Pyrrhic that fall day
Onlookers and gawkers will answer the clarion when the behemoth shudders
A witness will not be found when the great eyes perfect focus
From dank earthen mounds the sleeper will be awaken
They will muster at the clay feet of the east facing monster
By the first call to arms they will be soothed by foreign alms
Hunger for medium will render them dust on the feet of the powerful
To the ancient hills the behemoth will descend to await a jubilee
A year when the bonfires will rage in the hollows and the ox goad will find grip
A vassal to Jacobs grapple charged with violence and predestined to restore
