Desolated the cloak it was swathed in
As embers enticing black ravens
Mesmerizing advent as the thorn bush`s burn
Yet on the murkiest moonless night
Anxiety, sweat is poured to a shrine of sin
A vision of the imminent dirge
veiled the sphere with death`s spectators
They were taken aback felt stark
Innocent, condemned to die
Mistake of thine or my divine
Thy stride, fragmented
I'm caressed, night`s lullaby
I grimace to Ad nauseam acute pain
Of abject heart, of symbiotic wraiths
I abhor the morbid fate, the firmament wept
Blackness shrouds again, death`s gnashing scythe
Abreast with death
we marched the valley of creation
Peering to fathom the entangled contorted
Plight
Stilness reigns the tranquillity garden
Where all is soothed and calm
Clouds pass the abominable message to ignore
The moribund serenity
Innocent, condemned to die
Mistake of thine or my divine
They stride, fragmented
I'm caressed, night`s lullaby
Present preserves the abiding time, dreading the days to come
Tremor dwells in the sepulchers of night
To lure the epitaph not chosen
Magnaminous thou art for that abysmal sight, though it shall never abate
The still to come lamentation, for thus agitation forever is spread
As embers enticing black ravens
Mesmerizing advent as the thorn bush`s burn
Yet on the murkiest moonless night
Anxiety, sweat is poured to a shrine of sin
A vision of the imminent dirge
veiled the sphere with death`s spectators
They were taken aback felt stark
Innocent, condemned to die
Mistake of thine or my divine
Thy stride, fragmented
I'm caressed, night`s lullaby
I grimace to Ad nauseam acute pain
Of abject heart, of symbiotic wraiths
I abhor the morbid fate, the firmament wept
Blackness shrouds again, death`s gnashing scythe
Abreast with death
we marched the valley of creation
Peering to fathom the entangled contorted
Plight
Stilness reigns the tranquillity garden
Where all is soothed and calm
Clouds pass the abominable message to ignore
The moribund serenity
Innocent, condemned to die
Mistake of thine or my divine
They stride, fragmented
I'm caressed, night`s lullaby
Present preserves the abiding time, dreading the days to come
Tremor dwells in the sepulchers of night
To lure the epitaph not chosen
Magnaminous thou art for that abysmal sight, though it shall never abate
The still to come lamentation, for thus agitation forever is spread