Echo of the Grave

In dominant night chill of the winter breeze, As i walked into the realm that was ceased, A dark cluttered voice converged and groomed, echoed with an offense that was bloomed, the unsullied calamity that befallen on the doomed, I heard a loud whisper tangled with a resolve, More furious and suffocating as it was, the rusted freight of the sandstones were lying, with no notion or any desire to acquire life, they've moved to the other dimension with a rift, that succumbed every bit of tiny moisture before the shift, It tackled my brain and pumped out my blood, watching them tearing apart made my wisdom flood, i desired to pass there message to the world, as they were desperate to enlighten those which were about to face, the real devastation which they were about to brace, in the end i was restless and remained undone, watching them move on without passing the words, the harmony that they were about to encounter, i think i somewhat did sniffled out there position, at long lasted while they ended moving on for revolution.