Erebus

Dark wind through a canyon flame. Cold dust from no sacred name. No past that I wanna claim. Still I walk through the endless frame. Dead, dead earth under moonless smoke. Old chains that silence broke. No words when the lost ones spoke. Only ash when the fire choked. Low drums near a shattered wall. Faint cries when the night birds call. No king and no crown at all. Just the dark when the shadows fall. Gray skies over broken land. Drop, dropped blood on my empty hand. If I stop, then I understand, I was lost Before this began. Burning dusk on a lifeless trail. Cold stars through a tattered veil. No truth that the myths unveil. Only rhymes with a haunted tale. Dry, dry bones near fallen gate. Old dust that the stones create. No map and no chosen fate. Just a path that I learned to hate. Low fires in a ruined shrine. Dark thoughts in the back of my mind. No peace that I'll ever find. Only echoes I left behind. Black smoke over silent hills. Dead calm when the night air chills. If I stop, then the darkness spills, through the Cracks that the sorrow fills. Dark Wind through a canyon flame. Cold dust from no sacred name. No past that I wanna claim. Still I walk through the endless frame. Dead, dead earth under moonless smoke. Old chains that the silence broke. No words when the lost ones spoke. Only ash when the fire choked. Low drums near a shattered wall. Faint cries when the night birds call. No king and no crown at all. Just the dark when the shadows fall. Gray skies over broken land. Drop, dropped blood on my empty hand. If I stop, then I understand, I was lost Before this began. Burning dusk on a lifeless trail. Cold stars through a tattered veil. No truth that the myths unveil. Only rhymes with a haunted tale. Dry, dry bones near a fallen gate. Old dust that the stones create. No map and no chosen fate. Just a path that I learned to hate. Low fires in a ruined shrine. Dark thoughts in the back of my mind. No peace that I'll ever find. Only echoes I left behind. Black smoke over silent hills. Dead calm when the night air chills. If I stop, then the darkness spills, through the Cracks that the sorrow fills.