The god of man is a failure.
Our fortress is burning
against the grain of the shattered sky.
Charred birds escape from the ruins
and return as cascading blood.
Dying bloodbirds pooling,
feeding the flood.
The god of man is a failure.
And all of our shadows are ashes against the grain.
Our fortress is burning
against the grain of the shattered sky.
Charred birds escape from the ruins
and return as cascading blood.
Dying bloodbirds pooling,
feeding the flood.
The god of man is a failure.
And all of our shadows are ashes against the grain.