The Tartarus Impalement - Shadow of Intent

A perfect climax

Empty words and feeble souls confined in unholy lore

Those to be avenged, dormant in their graves

A dismal horizon of vigilance

Sworn to stillness

Obscured by intentful shadows

A cell for all to view with pleasure

The end is before our eyes

Lay down your lives, today is a good day to die

Today is a good day to die

Almighty archaic exalted ones, hear my invoking of power

Accept my body through your marvelous gates

Devour the essence of light

Our vengeance has risen, unburied from shallow graves

Our rage is infinite

Crushed by the weight of lust he fails to perceive the truth directly before

his eyes

Too daft and obsessed with fortune, dismissing internal cries

I’ll never forget it, the day they came.

I remember it like it was yesterday

I still see my family… I still see them petrified under that light

That purple glow you see right before they…

I wonder what it would’ve been like if I were older

If I truly understood then what was actually happening around me,

maybe I could’ve saved them

Maybe I could’ve stopped all of this from happening

Maybe things would’ve been different

I don’t know

27 years later, and here we still are

Still clinging to life, still desperately running away

And you know what?

It just gets worse, and it will continue to get worse if we

don’t make a difference here, today

Although we can save the rest of them, nothing will ever be the same

Nothing will ever be the same

I have lost all I had, everything I am

Everything that once was, now a shadow on the ground, a memory that couldn’t be

anything more than sorrow and fury

I’ll never see home again, never comfort my wife as she mourns, and I’ll never

hear the cries of my firstborn son

How can I possibly continue on?

If victory is achieved, as order restores life will permit me to take who I

love and grasp them tight, for I will return home and finish this fight

The vessel of infinite lies, devouring the essence of light

Lurking in the shadows, luck and wisdom coincide

Pernicious, dangerous, detrimental, a malevolent, sinister mortal stabbing the

miscreant

The Tartarus Impalement

Ready for war, standing before, the impending end of all things to come

Your grisly structure compliments the cold heart forged between your black lungs

Repent, or revel in your dying art as I force your corpse into the ground

Taking our lives.

Immune to pain

Breaking our bones.

Bludgeoned to death

Suddenly a weakness appears

The brute is stabbed through the back

The duel of enemies ceases as Tartarus falls down to his knees

Impaled

The defilement of hierarchs silenced by the sword, swallowed in martyrous lore

Tonight, victory is mine!

Die, taker of lives!

Tonight’s victory is mine!