Improper  Burial  -  Conducting  From  The  Grave

Forsaken  in  past  passages.

Told  through  the  eyes  of  legends.

The  seed  of  the  one  who  has  been  cast  down  and  spawned  within  this  last  hope.

From  this  view  you  can  see  the  ash  clouds  and  smell  the  villagers'  hair  and  skin  melt  away.

Follow  the  gravel  road.

You  can  feel  it  grow  within  yourself.

Feel  it  spread,  thickening.

Your  clearest  thought  may  betray  you.

It's  your  death  within  a  toll.

Clear  the  lands  of  this  darkened  shade.

Save  yourself  enriched  in  the  clutched  hands.

Its  darling  touch  yes  is  very  deceiving.

Beyond  this  village  a  stream  to  cleanse  yourself.

But  time,  it  clots  your  lifespan  in  every  sacred  second.

Time  passes  by.

Years  have  seemed  not  to  correspond  within  their  own  interval.

Deteriorate  fine  young  man.

Withered  in  death's  time  frame.

Capture  the  descent  in  departure.

You  can  feel  it  grow  within  yourself.

Feel  it  spread,  thick