Pantheons Burn

Hot the lost lovers rage Walk within pantheons of gilded brigades The passions roar as idolized lost sages Of some immense meaning In supernatural things Without rhythms or reasons Of a fathomless being Walking destiny’s configured trails The streaming of consciousness The breaking deluse, the midnight furor Of these dreams that spiral In the palm of his hand God conspires grander plans He is robed in the tempest of storms At his heels Hellborn legions swarm Liquid steel towers as it rises I spoke with the lightning as it strikes as it burns the night Lighting the blue living white light Glittering in chroma Theory of furies mechanical is the beast Dark winds come from the lost eons east Turning across the vacant rooms of vast lands In something now past the seams It seaks, pondering rage A love so strong that carries an age Its spires the engines of hearts carnage The foundations are wrought Feel his furies in the aftermath Cooling in a man’s Crimson bath Hot with the lost Pantheons burn Gilded in chrome rooms It demands infinite being Has divinities seen the walking man Naked and afraid traveling distant lands A coil of this labyrinthian, parade Marches to the metronome Something promenades In the shadows of methadone Monolithic in spires shadows Cast as the time expires Expiring in the aftermath of yesterdays As the pantheons burning bright So to ends this night