swilow
Bluelight Crew
NOTHING II- Chamber 1
Hollow and fallow, the shadows don't follow
the angle of sunlight that drips in this barrow of
dying and ancient kings
waiting with patience
for escape from the wastelands
of Every-Thing.
The hills don't reflect what their makers had built
As a storm in the earth turning granite to silt
strangely and anxious
Grass formed in a fairy ring
Following patterns
Of nothing at all
Burning is living and earning is lying
But crypts don't give out
such dark secrets to thee
And the forest, it slumbers,
In sunlight, it wanders
through valleys and steel chambers
House of Debris.
Nothing is wasted, by nature is tasted
And spat on the floor like the chaos you are
Space will return to the chambers of sorrow
And Azoth is sliding like water from tar
Make haste, my children
Yes, run from this building. Theres NOTHING
For you to take, nothing to spare,
No place to take rest
Nothing to guide you
Sunwheels cause circular
Motions away
from the son of the light
And the one with a scythe
And a hiss belies ancient dreams falling to dust
In this chamber I lived in, this hall that I ruled in
A wight with no substance
A void with no entrance
A chamber of nothing
'Cept dreams of rebirth
Reborn into black wombs
Wounds that I breed in
Places of feeding
I wish to return.
the angle of sunlight that drips in this barrow of
dying and ancient kings
waiting with patience
for escape from the wastelands
of Every-Thing.
The hills don't reflect what their makers had built
As a storm in the earth turning granite to silt
strangely and anxious
Grass formed in a fairy ring
Following patterns
Of nothing at all
Burning is living and earning is lying
But crypts don't give out
such dark secrets to thee
And the forest, it slumbers,
In sunlight, it wanders
through valleys and steel chambers
House of Debris.
Nothing is wasted, by nature is tasted
And spat on the floor like the chaos you are
Space will return to the chambers of sorrow
And Azoth is sliding like water from tar
Make haste, my children
Yes, run from this building. Theres NOTHING
For you to take, nothing to spare,
No place to take rest
Nothing to guide you
Sunwheels cause circular
Motions away
from the son of the light
And the one with a scythe
And a hiss belies ancient dreams falling to dust
In this chamber I lived in, this hall that I ruled in
A wight with no substance
A void with no entrance
A chamber of nothing
'Cept dreams of rebirth
Reborn into black wombs
Wounds that I breed in
Places of feeding
I wish to return.
