Seeds of the Desolate - Solitude Aeturnus

Shifting silent shades of seething thoughts abroad
Amuck in shallow graves not of solid
Earth Silhouette charades of cascading shattered walls
Confusing conscience craves but we must not fall...
At the first sign of light
We approached the once closed door
A gaping hole to that beyond
Where men should go no more
Descending stairs of icy stone
Carved by man himself
We built these frigid cavern halls
Where limbonic lives have crept
The seeds of the desolate
Sown in the blood of ourselves
The seeds of the desolate
Have we forever failed?
We stepped into that swallowing void
Exchanging life for death
Descending downward ever intent
Taking life from our fellow man
I speak to fragile forms in moving mass
To men with intent awry
To solid forms of
Earthen mind
Whose burden equals mine