Standing Southward in a Westerly Wind - Bathed in Rust

Singing fevered praise
To our ghostly Airavata
Pale death-head
In ebon faith
These milky eyes and tusks upon us
Thrice deathless
Spite let us
Pray

Sick with fever dreams
Tongues caked in dust
Blistered, guttered pleas
Betray us

Behold my creed
In deathless faith
Twice paid in grief
Corrupt and vain
In dreaded opulence
This albino's monastery
Oh frail divinity
And wracked with black repentance
Like wayside spendthrifts let us carry
Our frail divinity
In pale lividity
Pray

Sick with fever dreams
Tongues caked in dust
Blistered, guttered pleas
Suns bathed in rust
Pray! Pray!
Tongues graved with lust
Pray! Pray!
Betray us

In twilight
The sky falls red
Will God's horn sound?
This foul night
With colic breath
Churns seas and ground

Our frail divinity
In pale lividity
Spite let us, kneel
Pray

Sick with fever dreams
Tongues caked in dust
Blistered, guttered pleas
Suns bathed in rust
Pray! Pray!
Tongues graved with lust
Pray! Pray!
Betray us

Written by:
Sean Harold

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