Deception Island - Mirror of Deception

In moments of madness

Staring at translucent monuments

Indwelling this place for aeons

With their eternalness appearing intangible

The icy black waves enclosing ourselves

Be breasted by lead heavy hearts

Vigor and force in flesh by sunlight

Shall do good in conquering trepidation

Still the brazen mist makes morals occult

Abortive try to disperse the septum of haze

Chilling clearance heisting hope

Nothing to be found abaft the stars

Obscure guises mocking men

Idiosyncratic perceptional torment

Yet a new crack of dawn draws near