Born dead into this world
To starve and rot in agony
Born dead into this world
It's their choice, why can't you see!

Birth of Death

Claws so razor sharp, Ripping at the spirit

Symbolic

The first of the three parts. - Corruption - #1

The god of man is a failure
Our fortress is burning against the grain of the shattered sky
Charred birds escape from the ruins and return as cascading blood
Dying bloodbirds pooling, feeding the flood
The god of man is a failure
And all of our shadows are ashes against the grain


Corruption - #1

Do you feel what I feel, see what I see, hear what I hear!

The Philosopher

Second of three parts. - Corruption - #2
And then silence...
Pale clouds betrothed the dawn
Black rain fell
The birds wore masks


Corruption - #2

The shallow voice of the wind
cries between these ebony wings.
The shallow cries of the wind
sing a swansong for mankind.

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