The Portal

Through the realm of the dead

And the ever young

Where in vortex of spirits

All voyage begun

New presence, anticipated

In search of the dawn

The passage will be created

By blood on the stone

Created by the faithless king

Across the land lay scattered

Its megalithic summoning

Grim purpose, unseen pattern

Spawning twisted, wicked forms

Creatures of ritual

Skins embedded with barbs and thorns

Carnage habitual

Spirits, dearests, ancestry swarms

Consistent flow

Separates the living ones

Children on skid row

Splitting up the sky

Spire scrapes the cloud

It's not the time to cry

You and I, I can't breathe sometimes

Infiltrates my mind

Draught of energy

Reaching for your hand

It feels like you're next to me

Upon the Portal

Splitting up the sky

Spire scrapes the clouds

Don't want to know why

You and I, we've tried

Penetrates my mind

Draught of energy

City has your eyes

Feels like you are here

Seconds, minutes, hours, days

Months, years, decades, centuries

Witnessing the birth and death

Conflict, truce, realities

Voices from the past

Whispers from beyond the gates

We need to go