Tyranny - Bells of the Black Basilica

Bound of Black Rings in the Waiting Dark
Tongues Hanging from Open Maw
Prowling Through Inestimable Time
Half-alive with Emanations of the Primordial Chime

Contained within Corroded Tombs
Black Susurration scrape the Blistered Halls
Expectant and Hungry, Coaxing the Sound
of Decaying Elements in Unraveling Snarls

Intense, the Quickening Strike Unwound
Resonant to the Cosmic Coaxial Turn
Approaching Paroxysm of Funeral Knell
Star-shorn, Star-born, Matter Reform

Their Tones Beat in an Empty Chest
In a Billowing Gale of Ground Bone
Withering Clouds borne on the Leaden Wind
They Howl through the Hollowed Throat

Iron-wrought, tempered in gore,
Iron-tongued, clarion of hate
sonorous they call for abject bathyal thrall

Cascading notes, their black tongues speak
atonal syllables suffuse the sky

Acid-etched, sigilled of death,
this virulent arcana
Ring the bells of the black basilica

Tectonic oath, abysmal hail
A cauldron, core, furnace spawn