When the Pilgrim Sings

When the Pilgrim Sings by Jita FM Cold gold ghost in the blackout lane, Pilgrim creeping through wreck and stain, No light, no sound, just covert teeth, A hunter dressed in holy grief. Ishtar spinning in the anomaly glow, Fat on ticks, moving soft and slow, Drones out wide, mind asleep, Didn’t see death rise from deep. Then the void bends. Then the lock lands. Then the fear hits. When the Pilgrim sings, it sings in fire, Neuts rip clean and the cap runs dry, Scram goes red, now you choke, not fly, Then the covert cyno splits the sky. Black ops drop like the wrath of night, Burning your…