Dead Of Winter

The Seminary of Desolation . . . At The Helm Of The Abyss

Dead Of Winter


The Seminary of Desolation . . . At The Helm Of The Abyss

In the valley of shade, 
There dwells a darkened chapel, painted in horror 
Towering spires draw down the moon 
To open the gate to purgatory 
To open the gate to purgatory... 

The seminary of desolation 
At the helm of the abyss 
Beneath the cracked and rotting floorboards 
The reaches of a bottomless pit 

Seething with foul winds flowing upwards 
Its limitless shafts strewn with hook and bone 
From the endless depths of emptiness 
The culmination of nihilism 

Fallen out of light!?! 
In the dank trenches of the black navel of Gehenna! 

Falling out of time!?! 
In the spiraling dimensions of demi gravity!!! 

Spilling through the broken and crumbling barrier 
To tumble down with entrails flailing 
Shredded wings dangle limp and impotent 
And feathers float up on the fetid air 
Drifting on wafts of putrid breath 
Belched upwards from the gaping maw below 

Descent into the effervescent maelstrom 
Encompassed by the fall 
Drawn down to the bleakest versions of reality 
Beneath the seminary of desolation 
Delving into the dismal realm of shadows 
To be born again through the womb of unlight! 

Falling… downwards…