King Avallach
Deity of the Old World
back on subject now. I've wrote another song.
Dusk's embrace, a bittersweet sensation
traps us all, snares us in eternity, damned and bereft
tarnishing the name of our nation
looking at the world that we left.
Squeals of the weak pierce the air
suspended from the branches of an everlasting twilight
when you're dead and no one cares
you fall into the long agonies of an endless night
blood churns, lips curl, it's always darkest before dawn
Vanity's secret, an arcanum, once on public display
as the sweat and blood mingle as fate is drawn
in the book of the antichrists, there's no time to mourn.
the graves we pictured ourselves in are growing ever nearer
the light has faded now we stand alone
in our time of crisis we're the bearers
of a fate that will strip the flesh off our bones.
tides of seraphim add to our predicament
like the horns of Babylon the great
like the harem upon it, our bodies are broken and bent
now the final fight begins in a battle to seal our fate.
Dusk's embrace, a bittersweet sensation
traps us all, snares us in eternity, damned and bereft
tarnishing the name of our nation
looking at the world that we left.
Squeals of the weak pierce the air
suspended from the branches of an everlasting twilight
when you're dead and no one cares
you fall into the long agonies of an endless night
blood churns, lips curl, it's always darkest before dawn
Vanity's secret, an arcanum, once on public display
as the sweat and blood mingle as fate is drawn
in the book of the antichrists, there's no time to mourn.
the graves we pictured ourselves in are growing ever nearer
the light has faded now we stand alone
in our time of crisis we're the bearers
of a fate that will strip the flesh off our bones.
tides of seraphim add to our predicament
like the horns of Babylon the great
like the harem upon it, our bodies are broken and bent
now the final fight begins in a battle to seal our fate.
