"He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world.
The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth.
Darkness implacable.
The blind dogs of the sun in their running.
The crushing black vacuum of the universe.
And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover
Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it."
- Cormac McCarthy, The Road
Here lie the wages of war,
From the womb, to the grave of thine own
The broken arm of the Atlas points
To Shadow Zion.
Hope dies last for the afterbirth of creation
Who loathe the sun to rise
At Shadow Zion.
Here lie the diamonds of death
Mined with the hands of thine own
With pleasure in our surrender
At Shadow Zion.
Here, we'll see how deep the rot runs
When there is nothing left to die
At Shadow Zion.
There is no turning back
Once we have surrendered the fire
Here lie the rivers of blood
That flow from the sons of thine own
Where True North points
To Shadow Zion.
This place yields the horrors of the world
In its absolute collapse
At Shadow Zion.
Doomsayer, what say you?
Is the creation's a final purpose
With which to sorrow
Doomsayer, have you heard the clarion call?
It is our nature, after all
Has there ever been and doubt
That it would ultimately come to this
At the earth-dividing line
Where a star once shined
As this shoreless void
Has been reduced to nothing
Here, Earth's last picture is painted
They will come crawling
Like maggots from the rot
Nature takes back everything
And redefines life
And when the pendulum reaches
The peak of its arc
There will be only one truth
And it's the bitter one
Doomsayer, what say you?
Is this creation's a final purpose
With which to sorrow
Doomsayer, have you heard the clarion call?
It is our nature, after all
Somewhere a star once shined
But its light has failed
And the world has grown cold
Somewhere a child cries out in the distance
Disinherited, abandoned and alone
And a vulture rears its rabid eyes
This is where earth's last picture is painted
I suppose It's as good as any
Has there ever been any doubt
That it would ultimately come to this
At the earth-dividing line
Where a star once shined
"The dog returns to his vomit
And the sow returns to her mire
And the poor fool's bandaged finger
Goes wabbling back to the fire."
Before you die upon your cross
There is an ending to everything
That redefined life
And when the pendulum reaches
The peak of its arc
There will only be one truth
And it's a bitter one
They will come crawling
Like maggots from the rot
Nature takes back everything
And redefines life
And when the pendulum reaches
The peak of its arc
There will only be one truth
(And it's a bitter one)
Somewhere a star once shined
But its light has failed
And the world has grown cold
Somewhere a child cries out in the distance
Disinherited, abandoned and alone
And a vulture rears its rabid eyes
This is where earth's last picture is painted
I suppose It's as good as any
Somewhere, a new sun rises
But all our graves go unvisited in the end
At Shadow Zion