Tomb of Tephra - Miseration

A thousand years

And more have passed

I confess, I dream it still

When I could open up the ground

Tipping the ebullient bowl

Once more

Rain, Rain I fire down

For days and many nights

Pain, Pain of gruesome kinds

In the tomb of tephra

In the tomb of tephra!

I would be cracking

The damned core

To your Earth’s deadly uterus

Seed my spite in ancient fire

And then let it rain again

With fierce nature

I was approaching

With intention to

Undo all the patterns

Running forth, breaching

And covering

What an irony and blessing

Of Vulcania

Out of sight

For sixteen centuries

O their remains

No one will ever know

Their overwhelming

No one but I

And so it must be

Rain, Rain I fire down

For days and many nights

Pain, Pain of gruesome kinds

In the tomb of tephra