Wraithlands

Far past the peaks of the north
Beyond the reach of the frozen Khallel
Reigns a wasteland of ice
Of boulders and spikes
And quartz spires piercing the sky
So high even eagles dart by
And the sky is choked with coal dust and lye
The wind whips filth in your eyes
Where the sun will never rise
A land past it's prime
Where banshees howl and cry
But the world passes them by

Here are the wisps of the earth
A black desolate girth
With fissures so wide
Belching ash in the sky
And the sun hides 'tween the clouds
A dark thunder shroud
Fleeing those sounds
Of the winter inbound

Hey

Suddenly we start to see
The storms of false destiny
Crash like waves on the sea
And reason doth flee

Watch how the sun fades to blue
And the stars winking true
Speak only riddles to you
In a land ever dark
The night lasts an age
Spilling ink on the page
Condemned to the fade