Cities of the dead de Dew-scented

Go seeing through souls of black
into absence of redemption
no signs of life in this desert of mankind
breathing out frames of dust
bodies lay in ash again
under skies of red
call, welcome the end
striving for comfort while we slay
self-created glamour of disease
to the sound of mortal screams
we are burying one
Retribution - absolution go
in streams of blood
bathing in lust
a far cry from death
Ruins of presence
damnation on hold
necropolis rise
The cities of the dead
a million spirits longing for rest
a pain unending
downward spiral's light
a far cry from death
Vanished future
preview the past
necropolis rise
Rise with bliss in my eyes
contemplating
educated perdition
cultivated death