Keep those ravaged joints churning
For just one more mile
It used to feel so easy
When the body seethed with life
Bidden by a vibrant mind and guided
By eyes that still accepted light
But that was some other man, forgotten
Buried by weathered hands
Stiff and arthritic, rigid with calluses, woebegone
With the residue of their trespasses
In service to that withered usurper
Who lurks in the mirror alone
One last task remains
Before your wretched husk
Defy the grip of senescence
Go bravely unto your death
And in this lonely valediction
The ultimate chance to atone
To be released from all your sins
May your final chapter record your reclamation
May this broken journey make you whole in the end
A foreboding black-doom metal dirge, meditating on a dark world caked in ash, resulting from all the Earth’s nuclear arsenal detonating at once. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 14, 2018