RUNES IN WARBLES by THE CONDUIT

The night engenders paralysis forged as lullabies, Inhaling ether charged with blood sacrifices and battle cries. The love that once upraised our guild now anchors us In stagnant realms hand in hand as atrophying corpses. Prosecution in ancient discourse. The need for totems to feel dynamic in love transformed remorse. (Precepts that torment us) Relegated to the sands of nullity. The sands of time that divide reality into transfixion. Deserts that consecrate The Luciferian existential condensed light That this world will burn before. I have become the duality within This undead consciousness. Delete the traditions In which the flesh consumed, your lord is praised for. These are not your gods limbs to give, For faith forsaken savage flesh whore’s. Runes enchanting us. Runes recanting doctrine. The creatures proclaimed are not your own. Prerogatives will not seek casualty. The sovereign will renounce his warrants. His God will bleed for eternity. The prospects convey our species Retching the blood and bones they’ve stolen Unearth A taste for whom exhibits your negligence. Bow down To the kingdoms in which your yearnings have abridged. Choice has Forsaken our inherent rituals. Dawn tares, The fabric that sheltered our hearts in umbrage. CLICK HERE TO LISTEN TO RUNES IN WARBLES!