Frame Thy Fearful Symmetry

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!