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'To Pacify a Tortured End'
BY: Death And Nothing Less
I.-Oh, How They So loved Me-
In dread, I trace out the consumed galley,
dreaming of souls the reaper shall today tally
With Death, I creep down the moonlit alley
filling mine eyes with the serene-green valley.
Although Warning, call out my tarnished name,
thrash yet throw upon me all other's blame.
Through Mourning, break down my broken frame,
lash thy whip at my vengeant heart you'll n'er tame.
Did I deserve all of this?
A Martyr, i am what you made me, Go Farther, wherever you take me,
Not Guilty, and although you hate me, I'M FILTHY, and you lacerate me.
Suffering, hang out and hold on for death so looms,
with my one regret being that I leave firma so soon.
Muttering, "love thy and suck dry all thy bleeding wounds,
the taste of crimson cause thy vampiric mood to bloom
Answer Now, who or what gave you such prowess,
to place my head under the taut rope's caress?
Answer How, are thy simply held higher unless,
thy too were borne of this ever spreading darkness?
Or were you to blame for all of this?
A Martyr, i am what you made me, Go Farther, wherever you take me,
Not Guilty, and although you hate me, I'M FILTHY, and you lacerate me.
still stand so high,
blasphemer, wretch, false prophet
mourn, oh weary angels weep,
their saviour, in their ignorance they lost it.
bloody sapphires and seraphims,
this fate I was so damned,
purge the demon, the variant
let him walk the stygian sands.
And when the eulogy was spoken,
and the flowers were left,
the promises had all been broken,
and nobody wept.
II. -An Evening to Thee in Life, My Sweet Undead Prince-
Ghastly pitch shriek echo to thee,
sin-bred lich come crawl constantly.
thirst, rebirth, ringed in azrael's mirth,
and consuming everything thoroughly.
Gaping jaws held festeringly wide,
Scraping claws forever feasting of life,
but with you I begin to spread his necromantic blight.
Maddened eyes glow through grave's embrace,
four hundred years in a sunken, wet place,
Brought forth from death to rip asunder grace.
Clenching, heart wrenching fingers pick,
the souls from all your sharp tongue licks,
create forever a world that breathes and dreams horrific.
Devour and shower all their flesh for the locusts to feed.
Deflower the coward's young virgins whose innocence will bleed.
You spread plague and hatred with your unborn, unlight seed.
You spread vague infections that keep them bleeding profusely.
My Undead Prince,
My Fiend of Hades,
My Mislead Sense,
Lightening everything,
into darker shades.
Come forth my undead prince and wait with me,
for soon the sun she rises, and in its ochre light they'll see
a world of decay that you've crafted, and a world of suffering that will love
thee lovingly.