Digging through the yards of bodies, to finally emerge.
My hands carry the scent of the soulless, the soul seeking.
I hold out my hands using this frame to seek vengeance upon the living through possession killing their killers with these hands, my hands.
To grant me their visions, t

Since the dawn of time
It's been told that the path of the righteous will lead us to glory
And through our convictions we're born anew
With the blood of our foes stained on our hands
The seas will flow red when the pale moon rises
And our war will dawn, with its bloodlust que

Since the dawn of time It's been told that the path of the righteous will lead us to glory And through our convictions we're born anew With the blood of our foes stained on our hands The seas will flo

The land now cast into darkness, a riptide of plagues in its wake.
Here is your purity in our children's hands.
Empty eye sockets reflect of burnt out stars and hollow graves.
Everything becomes nothing sooner or later.
Its when the piece doesn't fit that all hell breaks loose.

A blackened night has cast its shadow upon the skies
not a sound to be heard from where the buried bodies hide
ceased from flowing are the rivers that seem to be touched
by icy hands of death himself
in the graveyard by the crypts where the dead rest
scribed into markers show

A dark obsession with her frail form, laid upon this table.
Eviscerated with surgical precision, lacerated far beyond infinity.
A thousand hearts to perish, a million cities to burn experience within existence is defined with fate.
The blade brushes the surface of her flesh, her skin

Enslaved to the cold earths scorn we lie buried and long forgotten, once heroes loved by our kingdom we decay in a nameless tomb, for we journeyed forth on a path of empty promises paved by the bones of our predecessors.
We gained nothing for what was lost.
This throne was left to shatte

Birthed from the cocoon of lunacy
A child raised by the seed of dementia forming
Fatherless daughter of false poisoned tongues
She moves upon her own path of madness astray
From fear that she will soon be used like scum
Hypnotic to her victims that she chooses to suck dry

Speculations mean nothing when it comes down to it.
You can assume all you want, but when the sun burns out and the freeze begins, its going to be that much harder to pull the words from your lips.
The food chain collapses.
Predator becomes prey.
Kicking down each other's doors.<

March on my brothers in arms
To the fields of which we forfeit our lives
Let the stench of blood fuel your lungs and bloodlust
Due west be our enemies
Can you see the oceans of spears
Can you taste the fear in the air as we bring war?
Form ranks and sound the charge
W

Forsaken in past passages.
Told through the eyes of legends.
The seed of the one who has been cast down and spawned within this last hope.
From this view you can see the ash clouds and smell the villagers' hair and skin melt away.
Follow the gravel road.
You can feel it grow

I write in times of wars and worries for I set out to do battle with the likes of your past.
I engage in this onslaught with only my bare hands.
Clawing out my own eyes for yesterdays shadows.
Paint vivid pictures of lustful punctures.
I write in times of wars and worries for I s

The bell doth toll
The ringing stings in the vacant mind
A feeling all to real of my impending end
But i digress

Abhorrent one
Who are you to claim reign of me,
To judicate my sins, to condemn my life

But oh this chamber speaks to me
The walls, they breathe an

As day fades to night I am horrified to see what Ive become. Once a man,
now a shell of my former self and the beast within stirs with sleepless will,
and I am hopeless to stop his unholy wrath. I hide in shadows to not be seen,
a specter throughout the thickening mist cast out from

Lifeless torsos decompose hanging from the hooks in the walls.
The monotonous sound of dripping blood echoes through the halls.
Passing through a candlelit chamber of lies wealth can't escape the shrilling screams of undead souls.
When the sky freezes over and begins to storm with bl

It's all a lie, It's all alive. Let me try to understand this. Let me see this from your point of view.
Everything is yours to keep and the lives of all are none of your concern. To you we're bottom feeders,
to you we're born for the slaughter, everyone is here to die and your means to a

Lowly do i sit, the night lay dormant as i muse the thoughts
Of lives passed, and reason with forgotten lore
Remembering within these halls, the curves around your face
Beauty lost; apparition haunting me, dancing in the pale moonlight
Such silence profound in the night
Until

slit throat sirens fill the air
with soundless shrieking songs
of when you will be long forgotten
can you see the grins of departed
that you had once betrayed
with your lie-filled eyes

monolithic visions of every still moment that you've kept inside
the hallows of y

Look upon me for i am the end incarnate
I am the vulture that feeds on the eyes of children
The last breath of the fading, poisoned vial
The birth of a creature that you've created
And if all the world is just a stage
Then i am its keeper and i am its ruiner
All these fea

They say we're the last to see these days, to fill these chains, to share these bonds.
We fear the coming of the dawn, and change that follows the tides that man has made.
The void we create inside ourselves can never be filled without knowing why.
Our lives, are we not all the same,