In my head a perpetuity spent
alone in darkness on this
path I have choose.
The widows black heart hangs in suspense
as she sings the melody
of forgotten woes.
The darkness over takes me,
drowning in this sea of pain.
The gargoyle stares upon me,
its fermenting glare drives me insane.

But in the graveyard where the
shimmering snowfall lay
the loved ones now lost mourn the dead of night.
The archangles sing in chora,
but by night to the morning
star they praise.
And whilst in the night they
had been casted aside,
but now they lie under moonlight skies
embraced by her everlasting glow.

With intensity they fought
it was power they sought
with Heaven in their sites,
And to the night their
lives they sacrificed
to spill the blood of basterd Christ.

But now here under frozen
earth they sleep
waiting to rise to over
take there dreams.
Whilst I by their side in
the midnights cry
fallen from grace under
crow black skies.
 
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