Harsh lands lie before him As he struggles to keep his wit Malicious thoughts infecting- Crippling the morale of his spirit Shattered visions of the fallen begin to transpire.. An awful nostalgia consumes him. A crooked smile forms..exalting the dead
So began the fall of a mastermind.
Realizing as his mind falls to pieces They are but catalysts - parts of a puzzle to a different plan As the images surfaced, his virtue descends Living amongst those barbarians Though a fierce complication Their tact was that of a wounded creature And they were overrun
"I remain in exile My bones grow weak like the sun Descending into the trees To end this daily affliction As winter shows its pallid face And the earth veiled with marbled frost Forsaken - this gradual madness consumes my mind Perdition in Tomis
Undead armies of Tomis Commanded only by the presence of my absense Brought to life by the death of myself Risen to ease this torment Sacrilege; The second chance to formulate a reason The relapse crucifixion forthwith to go into effect Casting him away; instead insuring their demise.
I remain in exile My bones grow weak like the sun Descending into the trees To end this daily affliction As winter shows its pallid face And the earth veiled with marbled frost Forsaken - this gradual madness consumes my mind Perdition in Tomis
Each day passing now I beg for some remorse Desperately grasping at what I feel to be my last bit of life But unlike the cycle of the attic I feel as though there is no recourse I've withered to nothing."
"Save me from drowning, and death will be a blessing." Hope for his designed tomb "Rescue my weary spirit from annihilation If one already lost may be un-lost"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
