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Reverence For The Dark
06:14
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Disrupting crowns drove all former gods insane
And so I've risen, to bring the soaring of the serpent reign
To slay lionised kings who forgot that
We despise, I hate, defending ideals of a profligate
Saint, whose fall would beckon passionate inventions
From netherworld intentions to torn asunder heavens
Divine arcadia will crawl to the sound of our laughter and
Enthralling views of frightful realms where disaster rules
Daydreams of a chaotic, misanthropic fool
And as I pace upon vast lands of disgrace, I glance
Romance in carnal ways, love lies bleeding as I stay
To watch the seething of their ballet
I'm sinking down below the surface glow
A devilish nature bursts throughout the soul
I stand on top of them to kiss the lips of murder
When the hunger has further grown
In lunacy sunken, we open our ill-fated hearts
To the truth kept in confinements so far unknown
The journey to the epicenter of fear and dismay
To sate our misconceptions of a forthcoming plenitude
Reverence for the dark
My reveries of the dark
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In The Eye Of The Crow
07:23
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In what might have we been drowned
That we became blind, not able to perceive
Our own faults that led us to where we were sewn
When we were left alone, on a forgotten shore
Where souls abandoned their remaining hope
Only to plunge into deep dark waters
Remaining there, afloat, cleansed from light
Embracing fate, the string that we are to follow
Damnation
The day the death-knell tolls for God
As an eternity passes by,
I stare at the waves of the old sea
While I slowly crack my fingers and wait for my final redemption
With one silent last word
Yet I’ll remain to watch lives burn in vain
I await my grave, on a fortnight, in disdain
Til’ then I play the dices Death had claimed
Robed in black, I'm the moth-eating flame
Midnight strucks at black clouds clock
And through it broke, a thundering luck
That gathered skulls lost and forlorn
Unveiling the steps onto those upon
Plead not nor pray did I to ascend high to heaven
I’d rather lay through the scythe of confessions
And I'll reign at sorrow’s cusp of many horrors
I'd never bow, winged, blindfolded away from sin
These could be the last few hours I possess
Maybe the tides were evermore on my side
As they granted me the throne I always pursued
A throne seiged by hurting hearts and fallen spirits
Never did I try to mend my errors and so was I
Plucked and casted out from the roots of virtue
Yes, the sibilant ways of this torturous shore
I greet, with a grin of countless untold stories
Salvation
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