Something tells me to keep going,
Then I hear the residing harmony,
Something in this world is telling me,
The ring is connected no bearing,

The contorted steely skin that so condenses,
Form fitted it slowly sticks,
Little by little the columns collapse somewhere,
In the ruins where sand and fire rage,
It was something that caused great panic,
The pandemic of the soul,
Many where being lost and enveloped,
No longer could they think for themselves.

They had it all right in the morning, but by the late hours,
All had shrunken and the crater’s amassed, real pyres,
The traditional burial ground for the self destructed,
The name was called and no one looked up.

What was it that strikes,
Straight through until breaking,
That shiver you get with head,
Fully swimming in some abyss,
Waves break and chimes bubble,
The awaited crest finally sinks in,
Total annihilation.