of Gray and Death

For the Instruments of pain and despair
the sweat hymn of deaths revere
a gentle lament of revolting decay
as carrion birds hover near.

as songs are sung in the after noon sun
soon the silence will be heard
as this roaring sonnet be silhouetted
as mist in a strong eastern breeze.

and this orchestra of madness
will play its insanity
before the gods of war
they will play.

as kings, as emperors
they will play
as generals, as commanders
they will play
as solders, as corpses
yes..they will play

and the void of everlasting gray and death
were souls wonder as minds flow asunder
will swell with the dammed in search for rest
but the hymn will continue to devour
as instruments of deaths destruction
the music will not end.