We've summoned up the suffering
Sufficient for eternity
Never felt before on flesh,
Like lying in the serpent's rings
Infest, corrode and conquer them,
The thoughts that breed benevolence
Desensitize the warning nerves,
To numb self-preservation sense

Expressions of their self-awareness,
Black holes spun to be the canvas
Absorb emotions' fiery colors,
Displayed for empty sockets' stares
Devoid of common sense perception,
Oblivious to lost reflection
No inward glance for absent vision
The savage circle twists within

It's a primal world's dying dance,
Celebrating martyrs of the mad
A hollow core devoid of sustenance,
Paralysis so statuesque

Condemned at birth to roles of war,
To run a self-destructive race
Witness to the grave misfortune,
"destiny" our epitaph
Struggle for a stronger handhold,
Iron grasps, unshifting stance
Deny the mercy set aside
Safe silence from the chamber's blast

Brace your soul for the storm
Whipping 'round in the night
Anchors tear from their bonds
In the dawn's burning light

Winds of winter rush down,
Waters torn from the void
In the face of the deep
Hear the dying cries"

One last look to the sky
As it falls overhead
Sun and starlight obscured
As true nightfall descends
Final words come in short
Calculated commands
Not the cold grip of death,
But by our own hands

Deception of the highest order,
Filtered down to those below
Unsuspecting nameless faces
Cast as pawns, the dice are rolled
Bittersweet the victory,
Achieved at costs too high to count
We dig our graves and step inside,
The savage circle twisting on