Sterile Seeds

The age of divine splendor has come to an end
A world, a world of beauty has
Disintegrated before our eyes
Here is no peace,
Here is madness and much of sin
Sterile seeds in a cold, rotting soil
This is the grave in which
We lay the last of your hollowed idols
For here stand nothing erect
But the gallows and crumbling monuments
The Earth is covered
in ash and our lungs have filled with worms
The dead eyes close as the disgusting
light flickers at the withering horizon
Mutilated flesh and dripping vomit
The shepherds of sickness are caught in
a black torrent of the blossoming death