Syn
Number of posts : 713 Age : 35 Location : Georgia, USA Registration date : 2009-02-14
| Subject: Beneath My Hands Fri May 21, 2010 9:06 am | |
| Fleeing to the corners of the four worlds they come, Entrenched in the blood of the slain, with hands clean And heads held high upon their fists, Glory to the King.
Weightened with despair and loss I crumble Beneath those dying eyes In the middle of the darkest night where only daylight reigns My loyalty betrayed.
And beneath her bloodstained gown the queen cries out To the heavens where all the demons hear her A cruel kiss of the night, poisoned blade To forever seal her fate.
Sickened by the climb, he falls again Looking up to the stars that have forever told this destiny Showing no pain but forever feeling the deep loss of the tragic Ending he must soon face and the judgement that resides within.
Will we ever be god enough to stand before a crumbling world And shout our hearts and minds to the pillars of the wind The eastern seas and western storms collide to create The most beautiful cataclysm of events in all of unwritten history.
In my cell I sit contemplating the assassination. The tyrant will bathe forever in his nation's blood, immortal as the human Who has cursed him to this cruel punishment of light. Glory to the King.
-To My Father | |
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