Testo Erebus

And West once more.
Beyond swirling of spitting seas
Past immense gates of bloody iron.
Trapped, the animal bites through limbs in steel teeth
The human succumbs, meekly
And they have souls?

Shall we discuss boulders? Slick with tears or blood.
Or a flaming wheel.
Bearing some screaming wreck
It will always return, for the weak
Of course

We need not bow to the choking shroud
(The shroud of Erebus)

Souls as bronze anvil, fell nine days
18 from heaven to crash on cold rock

When did we begin feeding on that lie
When did we accept our own cages
We need not bow down to the choking shroud The shroud of