Blood Of The Black Owl - Crippling Of Age

Ghosts now haunt my mind...
Of this, I have no want...
Echoes of past, reminiscence...
(Now) Deceased those realms of dream...
Unrealized & unattained...
My armor, now shadows & time...
Will that weapons finally rust...
Under weight of false lead pride...
Oceans fathoms deep...
Shores to bleach & dry...
Indiscriminately ambivalant...
(Toward) Our scarlet built monuments...
I hope to finally see...
At my death, roads end...
Skulls to pave the road to the future.