Chorus of Flesh Corrupted

In the cold where silence stirs
An ancient whisper claws and whirs
Not of voice, but carved in black
A hymn that calls what won’t come back

Beneath the distant, fractured sky
Where unseen forces twist and pry
The dead no longer sleep in dust
Their bones obey a darker trust

A hum, a pulse through hollow ground
It seeks the lost, the buried, found
Through empty veins and shattered bone
It makes a flesh no longer known

Once still, now stirred, the bodies wake
Their forms reshaped for hunger’s sake
In joints and sinews torn anew
They rise as shadows, cold and cruel

It is not life that brings them near
But something vast, beyond all fear
The stars, they flicker, fade and cry
As ancient wills beneath them lie

In cosmic dark the echo spreads
It finds the sleepers in their beds
No rest remains, no peace to find
The shapes dance foul and blind

No gods or heavens claim this fate
No mortal law or time-bound gate
The bodies bend, the forms contort
To shapes that twist the mind’s retort

In realms where nothing’s ever whole
Where dark devours the living soul
They march as one, a nightmare spun
From what the stars have long undone

And in the void, the dead remain
A shadowed force that can’t refrain
For as the cosmic spheres decay
The hollowed rise in endless fray

The darkness feeds on what they were
And something watches as they stir
Not life, not death, but something more
A force that waits beyond the door

No light can pierce, no sound can break
The power that the dead now wake
For in the silence, something’s grown
A will that claims what was its own