In these fateful moments wherein I bear final witness to the architect of my demise I can't tell if I'm losing more blood than I'm choking on, but I know I'm gonna die,
Lacerated flesh has left me dripping of my fluids and rendered my musculature largely useless, I'm standing in a steaming pool of things that used to be contained inside myself, With punctured lungs I gasp for air in a desperate act of semi conscious futility A cruel mixture of autonomic process and terrorized intent, hyperventilating
Feather, Phoenix
Vision blurring as I find myself staring face to face with the Man in the Black Cape, The seconds pass like small eternities taking shape, a perfect time to take in this desolate landscape, My mind wandering as the folded steel of the Masamune passes right on through me Is now or what's to come what they mean when they say eternity?
Feather, Phoenix
When I'm just lyin' there, my body expired After I had fought my hardest, and it backfired If you should come across, my lifeless self And 'friend' was ever something, you called yourself I hope you'd take the time, and kneel by my side Search your person for a fabled prize
Lay down the finest down of the phoenix Cast it onto me, as an offering
Should this offering be worthy to be found acceptable, My soul, Will be, Called back, And my flesh, Will be, Restored, To me, Once againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
