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

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…