The Sol Assassin (X)

[the Draç]

I preach to those where their abode is Hell.

To the Fallen Angels, the ones that fell.

You can tell their marks are from the Beast.

The enemy on the ground, the one we beat.

To keep or let loose, that is the question.

Making sure the blood is pure, and not infested.

No Country for Old Men, we flip the coin.

The double-bladed saber deep in your loin.

Reap what's sown, the Elohim abide.

A Phoenix that rises from the ashes, then flies.

A Seraph on fire, the coal is hot.

It touches our lips, our souls then bought.

Fought the good fight, we're good on the low.

Reminded when we carried our trusty crossbow.

We put on a show, the crowd then claps.

We bring to the table the pertinent like facts.

[the Draç]

Back to the future, yes. From a time before the deluge, while at the same time living in the present, then with hoping for the best into the future. I try to channel as much as I can with my poems to figure out what I'm actually thinking. I'm on tune with my past lives, and I try to reach as far as I can towards the past to understand the here and now. I'm channeling this as I respond, so if it doesn't make sense, my mistake. Typing in a phone can be a pain in the ass.

[Grigori Rho Gharveyn]

<nods>

we know most fans quote the last line, but we still think there is more to be done such that any departure is eternally postponed...

do you share the sense of having passed down through time and all the ages?

[the Draç]

The end of the song is the best!

[Grigori Rho Gharveyn]

dark angel