The Tower of Silence

Souls above the clouds of red
Have fallen off the coach that led them
To the place where glory dwells
But leaves no mark of what has bled

The pillars of this spire holds
What once had been skulls of gold
Its cries are heard as lonely lambs
Diving into flames of mold

Emergence of spurn and disgust
Keep you as your tongues of lust
Exalt their phlegm in hordes of glut
That once was splendor now is rust
Here we stand as guiles of spite
Docile to life's foul blight
No one can sensе despair or wile
As broods of death writhе in flight

The tower of silence [?]

Those eyes despise what’s left of life
Angst and knives rape and scythes
Deny all that is left to shrive