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Cover this stained façade with my tears Streaking in rust down this immortal skin I see the ravens fire rise rocket into the dark sky Thunder resounds at its dark core Rusted as feudal lords hide Hot as the rusted iron worms bore Winged machines of iron and glass Thoughts seep into the sleep of gods Winged shadows perform sacred rites Bullet the frosty wind of desolation‘s boulevard Greedy for the seeds of a bitter dry hell Infernal white, brimstone burn Bone marrow n stone This eternal sorrow, of this immortal soul Deep at the break of dawn Taste the ashen flesh of sinner and savors A song of a Golden Heaven resounds, high This immaculate sky by creation flies, nigh Tingling of touch, searing of thought, Blazing in brilliant sight, born deep in sleep I am wings spread in rudy hue I feel shadows covering this strange façade Cling fast from the fading Light The dying of the Day The dying of the Last, Dawn covers forevermore The currents of an idle mind, void The moments of judgment to come The nuclear fire lights A city full of desire, destroyed Cry for the troubled waters of creation The essence of life, wars die hard In the mouth of the lambs The lambs to the slaughter The slaughter of innocence Spill the tears of an immortal soul The seeds of an immaculate ejaculate Cry for the hated deeds done By some unknown Known by none, see how they run The run of rusted tears down a ruined trails Feel the rotting of these iron hells See the fading grand empire Of broken glass Twisted crosses Iron wings cover this machine made flesh A fragile fractal facade A face so delicately sable Intricate fingers flex, contract, interweaving Made of fire, traceing the light of dawn Made of strings, springs Some dark strange things Somethings sit here at the door Where my shadows dare Somewhere someone has flown Under a cold moon running from the sun Grim passing in the world outside Iron wings cover me forevermore as pyers, rises A man’s honor, n pride dies In these minions of chaos On the legions of Eternal Watch Fly these iron wings spread Their glory, rise flying high Into a red ragged raging, sky Into the demise of the glorious Rays breaking from Valhalla’s Holocaust

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