dead black roses reek of gold,
wrapped in robes of blackened bone,
blood stained teeth of broken hope,
sacred oath a secret tome.
dipped in madness covered in mold,
dead but living, both new and old.
this fragile spell, come near, shroud of ink,
a silent whisper in your ear,
written in love and soaked in fear,
the embers of the dead can't shed a tear.
died and reborn, a scourge of seeping eyes, bleeding eternal in the heart of their minds.
Watch as their struggle unfolds, jubilant. Jester on the throne, reaper unrepentant; Licking the blood-thirsty blade, leaving behind only a broken shell... We see more blood with every day we die O Death, are you not near with the dreading blow,
I may feel in my bones The crushing gnaw of hatred;
But I am a citizen, and you, O Death Whom I've got to kiss a thousand times, Are no one but one of a hundred thousand Who have to die... The Moon howls as it passes the sun, and that fire ignites the flames of war... one that will continue, into the unknown.
Let us harness the chaos. Let us not stop.
Let us not falter. Let us be immortal. See my shadow and I will see it done,
To cut the arms of dark gods in half
into milkwhite flesh
and shatter their bones
between my hungry fingertips
We are robed with the sickly crimson, scarred by blood and ash. We wake in time. We succumb in death.