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The Pyre of Ages (feat. Misstiq)

from Apokalypsis by Wraithborn

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No time to wait as the pyres take my home.
I don my robes as I rush through scattered sacred tomes.
I have no time to save them all to my dismay.
A bitter death to literature which no one will retain.

Priority, a testament in ruby leather.
Alas, I cannot find it here; not with the ledger.
I need to rush to save myself before the flame’s embrace.
But a dusted silhouette is all that rests within its place.

I can’t escape.

An unsound climax,
my story so cut short.
The icy hand of death,
Wears the gloves of smoke and fire.

The wooden floor collapses underneath my feet.
I plummet to the ground below and roll into the street.
Carnage, snow, and blood surround me, what horror I perceive.
Women, men, and children flayed so far beyond belief.

Beasts like giant men are clad in blackened armor.
Nothing of this world I’ve seen could birth such awful terror.
Mages turning corpses into warriors, undead.
Hundreds, nay, thousands scream, wishing for the end.

From the north garrison, our soldiers charge the streets.
Spear, sword, and shield presented, they see not their defeat.

Each man fell silent.
Not one was given quarter.
No man or beast could best
these nightmares from beyond the light.

Their sacrifice had bought me time,
Just enough to get away.
Night now calls my name,
as Milan dies behind me.

Eastward I run,
not ever looking back.
Refuge is far from here,
but perhaps we can stand a chance.

The guilt is crushing,
the night is long as I have failed.
Still I march on for vengeance,
hate, and atonement.

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from Apokalypsis, released December 25, 2020

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Wraithborn Washington, D.C.

Wraithborn is a black metal/death metal duo, telling the story of a nightmarish world through music.

“Wraithborn’s first album in the saga of the Ebon Vale is supernaturally horrifying, technically sound, symphonically creative, and narratively epic. This is one Hell of an album. 9.8/10” — Midnight Music Reviews
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