The Concubine - Millenia's Ghost

behold! a glistening grey,
conqueror of flesh,
she glows a glistening grey,
conqueror of flesh-
we bleed for your mercy,
we stand in the mouth of bondage,
chewed nto oblivion-
as vultures dance in circles above our heads,
the pungent reek of his breath,
anointed by the seed-
the skyline in flames,
suspended in mid-flight-
devastation never looked so beautiful,
remains of the brave collect-
a monument to the plague,
another hoax, birthing enthrallment,
think of this as a farewell,
domination and glory,
a welcome to an open grave-
taste the cancer of a dying world, the last prophecy of Apollyon,
birth and death converge-
let's set fire to this city,
save the ashes and throw them out to sea,
convulse the maelstrom,
funeral of Terra, taste the salt on our cheeks,
one day maybe we will be as free,
[as the ocean]-
silhouettes of penniless whores,
grace our streets tonight
if we dare look past the skyscrapers,
blasphemous machinery,
outstretched like cobwebs,
convulsing the maelstrom-
millenia's scream,
goes unheard,
it's hope that keeps us alive,
it's reality that makes us tremble,
millenia's scream