Iv (interment) Lyrics - Fen

I descend 

I descend again 

I closed my eyes and still these vistas rend 

The waning sun... it's light so thing 

Sickly, these pale shafts press 

At a gruesome fog, an entangling torpor 

Stripping the fenland air of pellucidity 

Writhing chains of spiritual desolation reach 

And beckons a shattered soul back into darkness 

As the soils part in welcome 

A riven aperture to embrace a sundered spirit 

Closing like a withered fist 

Around a frond of pale tissue 

Weak - so very weak 

Cold - frozen to the marrow 

Encased by the frost of loathing 

I have nothing left to give 

Even my flesh presents naught 

A cross-stitched tapestry of past failings 

Pallid vessel of spiritual exsanguination 

Home to the dread-stare of these listless eyes 

Each sordid limb a tendril of pain 

A beacon of suffering, a spite of torment 

Aflame with gangrenous agony 

This hemisphere of decrepitude demands extinction 

Extinguish me 

Yearning for ending 

I beg for the embrace of the fens 

A final resting place - marked only by a henge of dead trees 

The cathedral stands, omniscient 

A memorial to all those who walked within these shadows 

Unmoved by the toil of the lost 

Who sink without markings into the fathomless murk