Doomwatch Sentinels
(hahahaha) On the ridge
of black basalt they stand
Watching over
the ash and barren land
Silent giants
of a long-forgotten age
Writing
our end on the final
page
The iron bells ring out in the cold
The ancient prophecy is foretold (whoaaah)
Sentinels of doom, rising in the night Blocking out the stars,
swallowing the light
Sentinels of doom, holding up the sky
As the rivers dry
and the mountains die
Their eyes are hollow,
burning cold as stone
They watch us wither
on our fragile throne
No prayers can turn
their heavy obsidian gaze
We face the end
of all our fleeting days
Sentinels of doom,
rising in the night
Blocking out the stars,
swallowing the light
Sentinels of doom, holding up the sky
As the rivers dry
and the mountains die
(save us now)
Silent they stand... Into the ash...