The Broken
No measure of one could amount to the towering walls of guilt and betrayal.
There lay a quiet rage which contorts to this feeling stacked well and deep.
Ages have gone, the spark still remains, burrowing within the walls of hate.
Blood from these wounds does seep to purge the sands of fate.
What hope has died and has risen upon the ashes still fails.
Thine tired hands worn to the bone.
A desiccated carcass of sickness and regret is all that is left.
Fragments of memories strewn across the incarnadine colored floor.
The ravens of thine father's eyes have turned their gaze westward still.
Pestilence has awoken, her widow bereft, and dark thoughts abhorred.
Far too much sin for one to atone.
Thine tired feet battered and bruised.
Our faith crooked and twined upon what crumbled souls remains.
Sleep but distant passageways to the failed dreams of yore.
Pyres of flesh and sinew borne bloody upon winds of restless change.
Our reveries stained, and thirsting more.
We lie and say we have nothing left to lose.
Thine heart is heavy and must not move.
We Are Nothing But Shadows In The Dark
We are nothing but shadows in the dark,
Stalking through the dirt and filth to make our mark.
Bloodied feet miles within,
There is no reprieve, our hope but a twisted little sin.
But a Grain of Sand in the Sea of Time
Burning the sun into a fury of ash and blight,
No furrowed land with each failing light.
See beyond these frightful sights,
Of beauty and rage with each devils' delight.
There lies no ease or comfort in our task,
No ideal of comportment, no sense of pride.
Ravaged the soul, burrowing even deeper,
No glimpse of such empyrean's confides.
From The Heavens
From the Heavens I Come Crashing Down
In A Wave of Pure Reality, I Dream!
Of A Life That Once Was and Could Never Be
Choking on The Dust, Ashes of An Embittered Trust
I Once Held Hope for the One Above, Now I Scream
Into the Heavens Abound, From My Lips
There Escapes Not A Sound
But from You I See No Realm To Be
But A Twisted Abomination from Whence Thee
Spoke but One Word
Dream!
Give Me Something to Die For
Give Me Just What I Need
Give Me Something to Die For
Give Me A Reason to Bleed
From the Heavens I Come Crashing Down
Straight into Your Arms
Please Give Me What I Need!
May the Hand of Fate Grace Our Destiny
To Whom May the Dreams Become Upon Entwined
Our Lives A Wretch We Hold the Trench
Upon Our Souls Divine!
I'm But A Card Upon Your Fingertips
A Pawn, A Lie, Like the Ambrosia You Sip
A Stack of Cards, As We Are
All Played Out, We Can't Go Far
Until We Win This Game
Of Impossible Odds
Or Else It Ends the Same
We Can't Hold the Line
We'll All Lose No Matter the End
Upon Our Gods, Our Souls We Send
Give Me Something to Die For
Give Me Just What I Need
Give Me Something to Die For
Give Me the Reason to Bleed
Scarred Beyond Recognition
But the Wound’s Deep Within
No Hope for Our Salvation
We've All Bled for Your Sin
May the Hand of God
Wither and Peel
We Aren't Lost
We'll Make Him Feel
The Tides of War
Reach His Shore
His Immortality
A Lie!
Winter Nights
Winter Nights and Heavens Call.
Devils Kiss and Angels Fall.
Life like hell I'm still alive.
All I can do is try to survive.
And what of our so called magnificent glory?
And where are the heroes of those long lost stories?
Where were you in time of need?
When it was time for the lambs to feed.
And what of our twisted faith.
And what of our malevolent wraiths.
And To our hate and pain.
And To our fathers torn and slain.
Shall the meek
Right the wrong
Shall the weak
Kill the strong
And what of you?
And what of me?
And what of us?
And what to be?
Winter Nights and Heavens Call.
Devils Kiss and Angels Fall.
We lie here dying on choking dust.
We will have lost our broken trust.
Is our fear what we die for?
Why do we thirst for so much more?
I keep my self from slipping.
But you feel so far away.
Winter Nights and Heavens Call.
Devils Kiss and Angels Fall.
And To our hate and pain.
And To our fathers torn and slain.
Our dying sons and wretched shame.
Our lovers’ killers and creed-less fame.
Winter Nights and Heavens Call.
Devils Kiss and Angels Fall.
Icarus Dreams and Sunbeams
A fall from the heavens seems so great.
Absence of Ourselves
We cannot stand the frightful sight
Of beautiful and benevolent lights
To all moments in which we transpire
For this moment we all expire
It's time to light the Funeral Pyres
Of our dreams we start the fires
But a word or so it seems
Can fill our heart with love or rage
Our wisdom lost, we turn the page
Of life's great book of wretched dreams
We ought to love or so it seems
But a word instills such dreams
Nothings lost or so it seems
A Love once lost
our souls this cost
Or shall we cry out in bitter shame
Scream our hate, a bitter flame
This one moment cannot expire
Time to light the funeral pyres
We have no eyes but we can see
We have no faith but we believe
These times do change
Their Courage fades
These Nightmares made
We Dream
Sweet dreams to all and rest goodnight
For We can't, we can't stand the light
For Divinity we cannot land
The line in which we cannot hold
This is where we must stand
Fuck the world the lies they sold
The demons in which they confide
But our gods are on our side
Their decadence is their own shame
We shall set torch, they'll feel the flame
Coming Closer
Coming Closer
Until they feel the burn
Coming Closer
Coming Closer
Until they start to learn
The Tides of War
Reach Our Shores
The blood with fall
Until it all subsides
Will god's own hand
Forgive your dirty sin
We will not stand
With your tainted skin
We'll rape your dreams
We'll hear your screams
Until the end of days
Divine
We start to find
A lesson once learned
In eons of past
We've felt the burn
How can it last
Sweet dreams to all and rest goodnight
For We can't, we can't stand the light
Twisted Bloodlines
As we grow cold,
These words so old,
This dawning realization,
That our complications,
Just might kill us,
Just might break us,
Forever and beyond,
Our bodies end.
So I'll pray
To my god
And He'll say
Save yourself
It breaks everything
I have made
I'll see you
To your grave
Twisted bloodlines
In our hearts
Devils we find
Where to start
We have grown weak
and decadent,
These blurred strings
of reality bent,
With all the lies
we've been fed,
Grows the truth
all but dead.
So I'll pray
To my god
And She'll say
Save yourself
Everything..
I have said
Something..
Must be dead
Twisted bloodlines
In our hearts
Devils we find
Where to start
This one note
I will leave...
Nothing is
What it seems
The Sin
Touch The Sin Beneath My Skin
These Chains Still Bind Me Down
The Angels Are Watching
Give Me What I Need
The Angels Are Watching
Give Me A Reason to Bleed
Bite My Lip, I'm Ready for Anything
Drown the Fear Our Hate Sings
For the Blood to Drip Down Our Forsaken Face
The Devil Wants Our Flesh Divine
The Angels Are Watching
Give Me What I Need
The Devils Are Watching
Give Me A Reason to Bleed
The Truth Cannot Be Told
With A Severed Tongue
The Truth Cannot Be Told
Her Song Never Sung
Pull the Trigger and Bind The Ropes
She Is Still Alive
Rape Her Soul and Bleed Her Hope
She Is Still Alive
Let the Truth Be Told
Something Forgotten But Never Lost
An abstract dream still ponders my mind.
A prism of doubt manifests itself to me.
To change the color from light and gray.
And there is nothing left for me to say.
A door for me to open, it is a dull red.
To truth finds no answers lies but dead.
Deep sense of tragedy still lingers not.
And as the lines begin, we are begotten!
In the realms of fantasy . . . . . . . .