I used to be alone, discarded and worthless, Running around in the same empty circles of life. Searching far and wide for a higher purpose, Only to fall down to my battered knees. I had heard myths and fables, Of a garden in the lands afar, Bearing the most poisonous of fruit, And the most perilous of creatures.
So I set forth, for the Garden of Lilith, Deep in the Forests of Haro.
From the moment that you wake from your sleep, You’re inching closer towards the sound of knell.
I finally encountered Sweet Lilith of Haro, When I was qualified, she granted me a new life. Her serpent crept out of her mouth and bit my neck, And she whispers sweet words of death.
Sweet words of death.
So I set forth, for the Garden of Lilith, Deep in the Forests of Haro. Seeking to fulfill my wishes of a new life, At the behest of any swallow.
As I whisper a sweet lullaby of deceit, You will fall under my spell. From the moment that you wake from your sleep, You’re inching closer towards the sound of knell.
In that moment a serpent of my own grew, Filling the emptiness inside. I could feel it grow like the hate inside about to spew, Then the emptiness inside died.
Mounds of chaos lie ahead, A gentle spread of my lips, One bite will leave many for dead, Upon wake from the serpent’s kiss.
The seeds of chaos have been planted, Draizen has fallen under my spell. Shackled and blackened, Soon he will unhinge the gates of hell. Upon wake from his slumber, The weeds of chaos will infest, Spread and destroy all in its path.
From the moment that you wake from your sleep, You’re inching closer towards the sound of knell.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
