09-28-2013, 02:20 AM
rewrite
Defilement is wrought there
On the Pristine Mountains, a whited grave
There is met the decaying stench
Of burning rust and leaden lakes
A sweltering atmosphere ignites the earth
As skies are crowned in bolts of blazing light
Threshing gears and violent steel
Alive; spewing oil with each choked breath
Machinations of another kind, unreal
Given life by those who brandish death
Sullen people lie in stupor, pallid
Unknowingly, they await a coming storm to drown
And cast away the evils that dwell in the Towers of Gold
Where cannibalism has taken root
(unfinished)
original
I await the coming storm
And the change it brings to us
A spell is cast
Empire ravaged by pummeling gale
Summoning frost
Metropolis bled by sharpened hail
I embrace the winds of change
Formed in time by ancestral rage
Glacial downpour
Mage winds topple the Towers of Gold
Powers that were
Cannibalized by ego and pride
Blackened skies by Man’s design
Crown the earth with bolts of light
Scale pristine mountains on which evil presides
Hailed by decaying stench of rust and leaden lakes
Twisted wires mangled twixt the monolithic trees
Mages test the strength of Man now weakened by disease
Threshing maw and gnashing steel spew oil with each breath
Machinations given life by those who brandish death
Staff-flung boulders clear a path through black machines of hate
In the throes of this last stand a sullen people wait
Hoping against hope that this war will be the last
A ritual of solemn grief now given to the past
We have braved a dismal age
And have gained ancient knowledge
Defilement is wrought there
On the Pristine Mountains, a whited grave
There is met the decaying stench
Of burning rust and leaden lakes
A sweltering atmosphere ignites the earth
As skies are crowned in bolts of blazing light
Threshing gears and violent steel
Alive; spewing oil with each choked breath
Machinations of another kind, unreal
Given life by those who brandish death
Sullen people lie in stupor, pallid
Unknowingly, they await a coming storm to drown
And cast away the evils that dwell in the Towers of Gold
Where cannibalism has taken root
(unfinished)
original
I await the coming storm
And the change it brings to us
A spell is cast
Empire ravaged by pummeling gale
Summoning frost
Metropolis bled by sharpened hail
I embrace the winds of change
Formed in time by ancestral rage
Glacial downpour
Mage winds topple the Towers of Gold
Powers that were
Cannibalized by ego and pride
Blackened skies by Man’s design
Crown the earth with bolts of light
Scale pristine mountains on which evil presides
Hailed by decaying stench of rust and leaden lakes
Twisted wires mangled twixt the monolithic trees
Mages test the strength of Man now weakened by disease
Threshing maw and gnashing steel spew oil with each breath
Machinations given life by those who brandish death
Staff-flung boulders clear a path through black machines of hate
In the throes of this last stand a sullen people wait
Hoping against hope that this war will be the last
A ritual of solemn grief now given to the past
We have braved a dismal age
And have gained ancient knowledge