Within the arms of a grieving witch, This corpse of a thousand burns does wither, Into the night sky the hags tears steam, Upon the fog, distorted by wails of this haggard crow. This pale face, reflects upon the moon....
The sudden screams that bring her into this world, Darkness surrounds and the whispers of dead pierce her, Soulless form, for she is now he - the bringer incarnate. Succumbed to this role by the torment of those left behind. Her one last breath alone, a curse upon her wretched form, Summoned by Edlritch Scripts spat forth from the elder plains. Her heart, grieving and hollow. Her tears, liquid glass prisism of anguish, Shatter upon, the very soil she left her remains upon...
So, she rides in to the... Gates of Her new Lords... Time is now her power... A winged steed, a seat upon to travel through the.. Plains, of existence.. Wicked shards of malice... Her only thought is of... He, who bore her the only thing.. She, ever wanted...
Upon these pillars, she strikes her hand toward the lightning, "I Reclaim my soul, If I bring you my heart bled sacrifice", To which the lords of the unknown answer; "It will be done, Your soul is yours when you bring this child to a tower". And so she rode forth, beyond the cosmic clouds and through, Our hazy nightmare world, toward a death torn sanctuary, "Rest here my child, for you journey has just begun" Amidst the the fresh born pine and fern, A truth to her soul was sewn....
Her one last breath alone, a curse upon her wretched form, Summoned by Edlritch Scripts spat forth from the elder plains. Her heart, grieving and hollow. Her tears, liquid glass prisism of anguish, Shattered upon, the very soil she left her remains upon...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
