Feb 08, 2009 21:30
Oh how the rampant disdain
Ripped from the presence of Ghaal
And bathed in the mordant darkness
Bequeathed upon the souls of the wretched
How will it be when the deaths are flying?
How will you see when your eyes are blinded?
How well you be my darling?
How will you be when the Gate's a torrent?
Prophecies are circulating devastation
Filth and unholiest indoctrination
Parting the sea with skulls of beloved
And ashes pouring out from heaven above
Where will you be when the Lord is dying?
What will you be when the mother's crying?
Where will you be my darling?
Where will you be when you ignite my fire?
A righteous wave of cold
Encirculating my scarred heart
Degradation and damnation with feelings aside
T'was the day Love died