On The Razor’s Path

Rivers coil like serpents through the green inferno,
Engines scream defiance 'gainst the humid shroud,
Whispers of command drag me to the unknown,
Where the veil of sanity begins to erode.

Thunder cracks the canopy, napalm kisses the earth,
Painted warriors rise from the muddied grave,
We carve our gods from bone and fleeting worth,
The hunter's gaze turns inward, the savage wave.

Down the crimson tide to the heart of the void,
Where war's fever dreams twist the soul askew,
In the roar of the flames, no mercy employed,
Apocalypse reigns, and the darkness breaks through.

Skulls grin from the mist like forgotten decrees,
Villages ignite in a ballet of wrath,
Choppers carve the sky with mechanical pleas,
Echoes of slaughter on the razor's path.

Down the crimson tide to the maw of the night,
Where war's fever dreams bind the fractured mind,
In the roar of the flames, we surrender the fight,
Apocalypse claims us, leaves the hollow behind.

Idols forged in frenzy from the jungle's deep scar,
Tongues of fire chant the ritual's cruel art,
Mirror of madness reflects what we are,
The order dissolves in the beating heart.

Down the crimson tide to the abyss's cold throne,
Where war's fever dreams devour the last light,
In the roar of the flames, we're overthrown,
Apocalypse eternal, devours the night.

In the roar of the flames, we're overthrown,
Apocalypse eternal, devours the night.

Apocalypse eternal, devours the night.

©2025 Hugh Mungus