Starlit hidden eyes by blood and hair. Her head encircled by a dark aureole. Wildflowers entwined in her flesh. A raven's paramour brought to disgrace.
Perpetual twilight, salacious Nemesis,. A star born in darkness, a jewel drowned in sunset,. A waterfall of echoing voices. Awake our maenad sleep. The wail of battle, the language of all ancestors.
We are the end of summer. We are the dying light. We are the god's creation. From elemental might. For we who bleed under the cursed skies. On our journey to the end of time.
The flesh is dead. The soul forlorn. The final breath. From body torn. But still I hear. As life, in dreams. The restless soul's. Eternal screams. And now I cannot stand fighting.
I opened my eyes and again there was nothing to fill this void. . Whichever path I travelled. It lay distant in oblivion. Fled out of whispering winds.
I should have known they came in disguise;. I had no idea of the horrors in stored for me in them.... Why do things happen as they appear in dreams?. And when I dream, I dream of memories.....
Fear the dreams, desires. The terror. Know what darkness we nourish. The wickedness. Born out of long lost legends. We are collectors of the dead. This slowly dawning horror beckons us once again.
How do rumours get started?. Started by the jealous people. They get mad. See something they had. And somebody else is holding. They tell me that temptation.
Sha na na na na na na. Na na na na. Hey Jude. . Sha na na na na na na. Na na na na. Hey Jude. . Hey Jude, don't make it bad yeah. Take a sad song and make it better.
Wounded by pleasure in flower of youth,. Measure for measure, tortue for truth.. . Passion is my highest good.. Flesh and blood am I, my lord.. . Lost to plan now, lost to purpose,.
Should I follow my heart to the ends of the Earth,. Would I find, in time, what a life of truth is worth?. Embracing emptiness,. Embracing loneliness,.
I am the silence that enshrouds thee. in moments of deep contemplation of loss,. And in sadness it is I who enfolds thee. in a mantle of darkness,. It is I who olds thee, who smother thy madness.
Take thy pick and dig thy grave,. All sense dies in the life of a slave.. Nonsense thrives, they cannot save themselves. From the death wish.. . At the point of no return,.
I burn, I fly,. I drown in a blood red sky,. Never mourned,. Never Known,. So alone, so alone am I....
Take these hooks from my flesh,. Cast across the ring of fate. By the fire in thine eyes.. . This Temple is reduced to ash.. . This Corss this thing of hate,.
When the fires of Hell have burned to the core,. And evil deads are done no more,. Then the Earth shall heave with a mighty roar,. As angels of death to Heaven shall soar..
When darkness falls the dead shall rise. To resurrect thy reason,. Then they shall pray for one more day. To flower out-of-season.. . O rasie me from my watry graves,.
Run fast, run faster. behind the shadow. of yourself. . To keep your breath on. Not to fail the failure's infamy. Even when the sun lights. I won't close my eyes.