The Grand Conjuration
Majesty faithful me pour yourself into me
Wield your power Martyr's price stare me down to the ground
The eyes of the devil fixed on his sinners
Slake my thirst eternal wealth heathen key around my neck
This poetry our blasphemy know the sounds of infamy
The hands of Satan assembling his flock Pale horse rider scorching the earth
Whispered conjuration a belief takes form
Choking hand tapping the veins in your throat
His orders in your mouth a decree for domination
Beneath the tides of wisdom spins the undertow of hate
Injected seeds of vengeance usurper's eyes of the powerless
Clean path to his kingdom beckoning in the mist the grand conjuration
Tell me why love subsides in the light of your wishes
Say my name ease the pain clear the smoke in my head
The Throat Of Winter
The throat of winter is upon us and the cold will linger in me shield of the eternal river again
Our fevered bodies will return to the bowels of the vast decrepit earth
The devil spoke and called us to his side
Never will return again never will I feel the rain
Never will return again never will I feel the rain
Throat of Winter
A demigod is observing us through child-like eyes
And his hordes are returning now
A demigod is observing us with child-like eyes
And his hordes are returning now
The Devil's Orchard
This trail is obsidian the grip of winter uncoiled
A lover would follow me cast down and sworn to the dark
Take the road where devils speak God is dead
The wealth of darkness inside you telling you now
Your senses corrupted controlling a poisonous will
Take the road where devils speak God is dead
In the corner of my eye tearing flesh from bone led the blind in search to find
A pathway to the sun saw the signs intertwine and forgave me all my sins
No stigmas revealing our vices and there are no stigmas revealing our vices
God is dead
Windowpane
Blank face in the windowpane made clear in seconds of light
Disappears and returns again counting hours, searching the night
Might be waiting for someone might be there for us to see
Might be in need of talking might be staring directly at me
Inside plays a lullaby slurred voice over children cries on the inside
Haunting loneliness in the eye skin covering a secret scar
His hand is waving a goodbye there's no response or action returned
There is deep prejudice in me outshines all reason inside
Given dreams all ridden with pain and projected unto the last
Will O The Wisp
When you're tired of waiting and time is not on your side
When you're tired of hating me, you no longer want to hide
You're stuck to the failures of your life marred with the sorrows of your strife
And time it waits for no one it heals them when you die
And soon you are forgotten a whisper within a sigh
When there's trouble admitting that you have been wrong all along
When the words you have written down reads everything is gone
You're stuck to the failures of your life marred with the sorrows of your strife
And time it waits for no one it heals them when you die
And soon you are forgotten a whisper within a sigh
When you smother your friendships and take much more than you need
When you can't keep a secret to yourself and points to the source of the deed
You're stuck to the failures of your life marred with the sorrows of your strife
And you can never find the satisfaction when you can't outgrow your false distractions
You know your soul is weighed on the silver scale of deceit and lies
Universal Truth
Sweat on the brow runs over faces made of snow
There comes a time in life when death may come too slow
Honesty in the necrology the offspring smear your name in print
You have waited far too long but Spring is set in bloom
You have conquered love inside yet sorrow is your doom
The debts are long since paid, inheritance is set
Still agitation reels inside, lest you forget
At sunrise Friday morning a haven for your sins
The written dedication etched into your skin
Time won't heal the wounds you bare
Between old pride and desperate prayers
Time won't heal any wounds you bare
A set few years of your life are stolen
Light cast on the obvious behold the white when it's faded golden
A stranger's truth holds no water here but soon we may have learned
Dead sympathy, a aversion proceeds
A voice lives in your chest that comforts wary thoughts
Yet the brook is still too wide to bridge the gap you've sought
Honesty in the necrology the offspring smear your name in print
You trade your vices every day religiously q pack of vultures wait for everyone to see
You gave away too much, a harness on your kin for any transgressions never mirrored mortal sin
You're still alone the day in zenith now you made it through the night
Voice of perdition came and went far out of sight
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