Master Of The Dead
Mors Principium Est
6:39Forged by cataclysmic event Dispersed into the endless void Carved to form by hand invisible That form a cup.. a chalice.. of blood The shackles of life chained in to a star For all eternity Revolve around Galactic womb pulsates insatiably Raped by ancient wandering planet From filth manifests pocket of complexity Teleologic algorithm in darkness set The shackles of life chained in to a star For all eternity Revolve around Once, there was a mirror, beautiful to glance But behind the allure reflection, all was rot, defiled within The iron branch of sorrow The tree of pain Pierced in to my skin Grows too tall Ripped flesh, crept into the marrow Reaches the sky Absorbs my soul within And in my darkest hour The time of withering I kneel before grandeur The time of fall And cry in to the heavens The age of frost But all is silent still