Post by DarkVortex on Nov 10, 2005 15:45:52 GMT -5
Through the numbing weeks I reside within our hollow shell.
The days billow of what to come as I bid Death a fare well.
I go unseen as deep as thy shadows must crawl.
But be not mistaken for in the end we all fall.
We are played like tainted strings of a dateless violin.
Thou must be quiet within the heart for the music to begin.
To each note heard a vibrant child is born.
Only to be brought to a misplaced world and be torn.
By thy power unknown I shall overcome death.
While every mortal soul shall save their last breathe.
Where art thou cure for the ones that passed away.
Now sleeping in their foul graves left to decay.
Through the breeze a putrid taste arises in the air.
Letting the hunger long for something beautiful and fair.
In due time the waters will turn black and sun bleed red.
It is then the nights will once again belong to the undead.
The days billow of what to come as I bid Death a fare well.
I go unseen as deep as thy shadows must crawl.
But be not mistaken for in the end we all fall.
We are played like tainted strings of a dateless violin.
Thou must be quiet within the heart for the music to begin.
To each note heard a vibrant child is born.
Only to be brought to a misplaced world and be torn.
By thy power unknown I shall overcome death.
While every mortal soul shall save their last breathe.
Where art thou cure for the ones that passed away.
Now sleeping in their foul graves left to decay.
Through the breeze a putrid taste arises in the air.
Letting the hunger long for something beautiful and fair.
In due time the waters will turn black and sun bleed red.
It is then the nights will once again belong to the undead.