Hills Of Behelit

A sun hovers over a blackened marsh that will not dry
Trekked miles with no formations to surprise a scanning sight
Every sound I make is now part of a dead language
That strangles the throat and leaves me in anguish
Tears from the heavens
Possessed enslavement apparent
Tears from the heavens
The howling beastly, incoherent
Beneath my feet a sea of flesh and eyes
A slew of mangled bodies
A composition of everlasting rot
I stand on the newly formed hills of behelit
Composed from rot of those who've been sacrificed
My brothers, my flesh, my kin
Devoured by the children of God's hands
I wail and cry out to my father
The mountains that shields us from the coldest winds moves
A heaving leviathan turns its back
God has abandoned us
Sacrificed for his ultimate desire
Black seas rage within my soul
Nestled in the heart is an infection
Nurturing it with malice and hate
Spite moves each foot in front of the other
Death is inevitable for all except me
The children visit me at night
Beckoning me to join them
To end my suffering
There is no inch of space left to scar the skin
Closer to the sweet whispers of Behelit
A blackened inferno building in the chest
My body tires but the combustion will not rest
A breakdown of the outer shell
Against the heat of the sun
Gripping each limb I tear them asunder
Cleaving into their heads they burst into flame
Redlining until I can commit this vessel into an explosion that consumes all