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Feel the falling nightshade,
The decent of inferno's raid.
Coins in a dead mans eyes,
he needs to be paid...
Let lose the minions of Hel.
Locked in this deep dark well
Valhalla is in rage
Taste this malignant sage
In this twisted age
Like black notes of a
Symphony; infernal.
Eternal the lone wail of empty
Souls in dire masquerade
A waltz profane: the life hollow as
This forsaken campaign
Insane in creations final cascade.
Feel the falling nightshade
End of what is known
Beginning of what is dreamed
Deep dark and serene
We ponder our meaning in this scheme
We watch our foot falls in nightshade.
Valhalla in rage
The flash of eye
In a blurred memory
As everything of this is in white
In this darkest night.
The presents of wandering thought...
An echo of soul in this dire masquerade.
We all walk in kingdoms lost footfalls
Of this blackened land
Care not; ruined by what was man.
Nightshade and Mandrake
The sour taste of ours ages impure sage.
Only heavens knows heavens holy rage.
Deep in this gospel,
Lives as drops of rain, each complex, lost
In a vast well and the ferryman is paid.
Glint of light in the unassuming night
The presents of fear
Are you losing sleep my dear?
What do you hear; just falling nightshade
And HE’s waiting to be paid.
What mortal tear?
Traces this grand and ageless face.
What min and turn's of flesh?
Can inspire divinities of old
To lay waste to dreamscapes of
A mere weak soul.
Gracing the surface of dawn ‘
Dawn of light chases away...
The shadows of the past.
What mortal fear?
Could frame thy symmetry…
Flies in a lives encompassing race.
Tools of hand
Rules of ?esh
Deities taste of forbidden
dream's...lace.
Lands of mere walking apes
That claim the waste in a time of rape
That drink the wine
The immaculate Grapes of rancor
What mortal eye....?
In this age... '
Can see the island's wrapped in
An arcane god's apathy...
A province of unknown Seas's
What face is this to see?
Divinities own... mortal tear
frames thy fearful symmetry!
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