Pantheon - Monolithos Pt.2

Doom skulls ablaze in the valley of cold stone, chill frost breeze caresses our souls, Tartaros like fingers through our twisted spines mummify our chakras that have been spun into frost. Laying us to the skies falling down the endless chasms without wings so frigid we bleed and taste nothing but numbness. Our crimson has become a mere icy delectation in our mouths bringing eternal brain freeze and tears of ice in solitude upon faces as lonely as us without embraces. Forever in monoliths til time undone, souls now statues will forever be...