Faded lights trace the visage
In fateful slumber on their grave
Invalidation, desecration
Barren raindrops on the concave
Surface of the hollow cask
These bludgeoned faces know no mercy
Have defied and defiled entities
The sacred deity in eternity
And find their eternal rest
And thus spoke the wingweaver
Who descended from beyond
Decayed faces, deteriorating
A putrid stench from their mouth
And through plague smeared teeth
He hissed to humanity
Beyond his barren grave