Waiting for the dead      
-alive,
Swarming in a vicious
hive,
Chasing ghosts we waste our time
We fight, we strive, unite, divide.

One becomes all,
And all become none,
With our corpses we build
A tower to the sun.

Waiting for all life to die,
Gestalt lives in the heartless hive.
Burning witches on a pyre
We fight, we splice, we bite, we die.

In its deceit,
we drown
Building her thorny crown
Life in dark submission
Surrender and
damnation