Far beyond Appolyon's lair Across the sea of pestilence A sounds of grim andantes blair Pale orbs glide through remnants A planned Utopia now in shreds Frostwork lines once scorching flames Bullet hole piercings stop beating hearts Though sounds of beating forever remain Wraiths will pass And the days are bleak A blessing of strength Is promised to the weak A cephalic slaying Upon whom they shall seek Chance of penitence Before the pendulum swings The deads' residence Buried in collapsed machines Far beyond catastrophic A festivity of demise Rise of the prophets Spirits sounding battle cries A blood drawn map will guide their way To the chosen ones staggering and decayed No air fills their lungs Flee for safety but it's too late Their judgement as ensured ill fate Beg for forgiveness it won't pass Take one more breath for it's the last Clouded eyes will walk their way Into the knife of a vengeance embraced A relentless assault upon the wicked hearts Sinners unto broken paths Acts of fury relieves this wrath Widows and children weep of their loss These acts of duty formed of just cause A baleful Aura In The Graveyard Of Broken Gears Sounds of steps breaking silence into fear They tried to hide and only ended up slain A massacre repeated by those unchained.
Toufle · Wed Dec 30, 2009 @ 08:42pm · 0 Comments |