Silent King from Silent King by The Absolution Sequence

What must this mean?
The Landscape’s all cracked and bent
Sidewinded
Only time can tell
what terrors lie in wait
In the hour of the silent king


The whispers can be heard from beyond
In unfamiliar tones Like none other
Bemused by the transcript
A cold and empty presence

Circling figures stand to question
Each inquiry unfolds another
Just screaming for attention






Iron will twisted like fabric
Sinking spiral, dread of sight
Yet broken fingers cover eyes
Every action, Unknown

Drifting in
Drifting out
Draped in fear
Drenched in light
The cycle of agony will end
With vigour & penance, diving towards the dark



A sickness ferments
Dissociation, split and divide
Signal misfiring up through the spire
Contorting & twisting
Forming images of repression
left stagnated To fester
in delirium

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