Spires Across the Black Sea

Beneath the tide, beneath the years…

A voice awakens, cold and clear.

Through storms of glass and rusted gears,

The spires rise from salted tears…

From the void where oceans bled,

Steel and bone ascend instead.

Cities lost to fractured tides,

Crowned in shadow, heaven hides.

The waves reflect a shattered sun,

Horizons burn, the end begun.

And from the depths of ruin’s hymn,

The spires pierce the blackened brim.

Monuments of silent gods,

Forged from blood and broken rods.

Anchors drag through centuries,

Bound in chains of entropy.

Spires across the black sea rise!

Through the grave of shattered skies!

Crowned in ash, enthroned in steel,

The ocean bends, the void will kneel!

Spires across the black sea call,

Echoes pounding through the thrall!

The tide of Never breaks the line —

And towers bleed in sacred time!

Windows glow with phantom fire,

Hymns resound from hollow choirs.

Each tower hums a fractured code,

A sermon cast in overload.

Streets of glass and spines of ore,

Breathless prayers through circuits roar.

The Black Sea churns with endless rage,

A hymn to crown the Chronophage.

Raise the spires! Let them scream!

Crown the cities! Crown the dream!

Flood the earth with iron breath!

Build the throne of timeless death!

Spires across the black sea rise!

Engines thunder, gods demise!

Through the silence, break the chain!

Erect the tomb that wears a name!

Spires across the black sea call!

Bend the stars until they fall!

The tide of Never claims the crown —

And drowns the world without a sound!

The sea is black… the spires remain…

Silent kings… in endless reign…