✖ thirtieth trauma//transcriptions - Text ✖
[The following is blamed entirely on Deuce and Dante. This is why Mika never shows anyone what she writes.]
The dark one sits
In a throne of blood and pitch and bone
He weaves a tapestry of the fates
Of the faithless and the bitter
Undying hatred of the fallen
Whose lives were lived in vain
And he breathes a cold pestilence
Upon the ones who seek to rise above
The valley of the dead
And the fearful fall into the abyss
Writhing in their eternal agony
As the sun festers in the darkness of the void
The light swallowed up by the unholy vanguard
Who seek to seize the outcast child,
The one who will rise above
The seas of torment and anguish
And become the Light to the dying ones
Forever lost in the blackness that engulfs all.
The Red One watches and waits,
Sifting through the souls of the dead
And severing ties between the chosen and the forsaken,
But all pass beneath his ever watching eye
None shall be spared from the due punishment,
Death comes for all,
Driven on by the Red One's spear and sword,
He comes for all to harvest them and return them
To the abyss from whence they were pulled
And the darkness swallows all
And devours the light
And the earth will fall into destruction
And the pestilence will fill the land
The rivers will run with blood and decay
And all will be lost to the darkness.
The watcher waits in silence
As the seeker searches the towers and valleys in vain
For all will be returned
To the one that sits in the black throne,
The empty one is waiting
In the land of steel and fire
But the hollow one runs against time in vain,
All will be consumed in black and pitch.
Black is the hollows beneath the earth,
Red is the color of the sky,
The sun is swallowed by the void,
Turning the world to darkness.
The answers lie beneath and before,
And none shall find it but thee,
For thou art the only that can see
Beyond the reckoning of the end of days,
And the watcher and the seeker lay
Bound within the darkness
And are lost unto the pitch and endless night
To which they have been sacrificed by the broken one.
The dark one sits
In a throne of blood and pitch and bone
He weaves a tapestry of the fates
Of the faithless and the bitter
Undying hatred of the fallen
Whose lives were lived in vain
And he breathes a cold pestilence
Upon the ones who seek to rise above
The valley of the dead
And the fearful fall into the abyss
Writhing in their eternal agony
As the sun festers in the darkness of the void
The light swallowed up by the unholy vanguard
Who seek to seize the outcast child,
The one who will rise above
The seas of torment and anguish
And become the Light to the dying ones
Forever lost in the blackness that engulfs all.
The Red One watches and waits,
Sifting through the souls of the dead
And severing ties between the chosen and the forsaken,
But all pass beneath his ever watching eye
None shall be spared from the due punishment,
Death comes for all,
Driven on by the Red One's spear and sword,
He comes for all to harvest them and return them
To the abyss from whence they were pulled
And the darkness swallows all
And devours the light
And the earth will fall into destruction
And the pestilence will fill the land
The rivers will run with blood and decay
And all will be lost to the darkness.
The watcher waits in silence
As the seeker searches the towers and valleys in vain
For all will be returned
To the one that sits in the black throne,
The empty one is waiting
In the land of steel and fire
But the hollow one runs against time in vain,
All will be consumed in black and pitch.
Black is the hollows beneath the earth,
Red is the color of the sky,
The sun is swallowed by the void,
Turning the world to darkness.
The answers lie beneath and before,
And none shall find it but thee,
For thou art the only that can see
Beyond the reckoning of the end of days,
And the watcher and the seeker lay
Bound within the darkness
And are lost unto the pitch and endless night
To which they have been sacrificed by the broken one.