I (pathway) Lyrics - Fen

All will fall 

All will sink 

All will drown 

All will fade with time 

I scan the horizon 

Watching, waiting 

To gaze upon the grey spine of the cathedral spire 

Piercing the clouds that swathe this blasted horizon 

A totem of the permanence within this fog laden expanse 

Eternal I am, yet each tread 

On these desolate soils 

And through these banks of rearing sedge 

Enervate me ever further 

The ghostly breath of winter enshrouds 

Reaper - Harvester 

Scourer of essence 

The inevitable embrace whispers from an endpoint yet to be 

Rotten wings spread with a torpid snap 

A roiling howl that promises only a bouquet of woe 

Gathering in volume, a colossal choir builds 

Unearthly presence bleeds shadow over a broken landscape 

Mists unfurl in a tide of unspoken promises 

Supplicating embrace of ten thousand forgotten threnodies 

Yet I can hear them... each and every one 

Wordless these paeans to harrowed incarnation 

Silence Raised to a deafening roar that shreds the senses 

Eyes and ears forced shut, I revel in abnegation 

And let my soul-sense wander 

Slithering bent fingers of gelid ghostliness 

Probe the blackened slopes of that stoic island 

tomb or temple? Only the dead can know 

Their unrelenting mantra unveils naught save timeless prophecy 

And still... these wretched revenants whisper 

All will fall 

All will sink 

All will drown 

All will fade with time