The song of the watchers

Singing in the sky,

Above all else,
Lies the watchers.
Singing creatures
that dont have body
nor ideal.
They Observe us,
Hear us.

Above the clouds,

lies the watchers.
Non-face-demi-gods
they laugh from our dreams,
eat from our misery
and dance through our pain.

Above the Land

Screaming
their servants are.
For their meanless existence,
they scream
For their carnal life
They sing a mellody

Singing are the Watchers.

And thosse who follow them
throught the uncheacable night
They sing the melody
a melody for the non-existencial life

Through their song,

i fell them.
Through their symphony of madness
I understand them.

Throught their pain

i fell pleasure.

And through my pain,

should them fell pleasure.