To the Conquered End

Heed this Herald these holy horrors hell
What Epic Seed does spoil here
To greater vistas stand unconquered
Foul a land not taken, pity a soul half fed

Embark not castaway
to swallow the molten sea to bore into the secret wilds
not of earth or air we take or become 
Cast off wings for sake of drowning

Light must die dark, that we will never see
as eyes do not scribe or sight should scrape
For horizon's son is fate must we breed to soon to hold
What armies march bare and bold

As Hearts beat backward, where is the stone to silence the words spoken
This the angular frame fades to quick from view
we are ravaged by memory and embittered by whats to come
the singular dread resounds and we must leave

The soul does shiver and spurns us outward through the through
and amongst the orphan mishaps of future regret
ours is miracle married to tragedy starved by ego
and what our creator wills, we must repel

By A belief dragged through dirt and blood
baptized, mounted and swollen
A moment of grace , bizarre and alone
We are not kin but kindle if we were to remain so still

As all new lands concede
Home is far from anywhere
Heaven shutters and Prayer is silenced
we shall know and hold what we have lost
 
Take to flood open mouthed and foreign
We face the skies as land will not pardon
We must conquer as what we have, has come to rust and bitter 

Presume without insight, for the eclipsing weight of hollow being
We gather up in silence, with no compact met
Frozen in the New Age soon gone
Our Nightingale is now silenced, for better that we may never have or deserve the song