Abraxis

Season of grey mould
In the comets tail for days
Abraxis overlords
Mastered the Zombie rage
 
Spires of glass thorns take hold
Wave and sing in wind
Ubiquitous ooze  
Feed bloated plague animals many limbed
 
Downtrodden folk no longer bold
Fear the tall Abraxis
Cruel and powerful
Controlling four points of the axis
 
Forgotten earth of old
Tall cities of light
Collapsed and wiped out
Crumbled under red suns blight
 
This tale I learned and was told
Evil half Zombies, not death
Rule the coloured seasons
In the land with nothing left