Khemmis - The Seer

Circle the skies in search of carrion Silhouetted by a blood red moon A silent seer preying on my mind The lurking fear tears at my eyes When the night falls and the fog grows Seek the shelter of these blackened wings Flee the sunrise so I won’t find That I might rise on these tattered wings Why would I raise my eyes to danger above? I keep my gaze upon the graves When the scavengers feast upon what’s left Only a husk remains, rotten and bereft When the night falls and the fog grows Seek the shelter of these blackened wings Flee the sunrise so I won’t find That I might rise on these shattered wings So long beholden to heresy And drifting away from the sun Until the talons rip at my flesh Lifting, I rise from the earth I am grasping at air For my earthly remains When we thought we were flying We were falling again