King Midas's Golden Touch

Version 1 Broken souls and disillusioned dreams. Broken toys and angels without wings Weep for the fallen brothers and infants without mothers Pained tears encompass the empyreal rays. Pompous worlds painted in a destitute haze Transmogrified in the iron flood. Transmogrified in the spilled blood Frightened children flee from the impending devouring wails of the banshees Captured children drown in the seas for the coming spring's garden poppies Choked whispers, within frozen forgotten tale’s, the phantom spirits lurking behind the veils The strong beguiled yearn for their thirst, obtaining the hero’s, plagued curse A solitary cane and an abandoned house assembled upon soot A dying hearth and a trembling shadow with crushed raspberries underfoot Greet the honor, greet the madness, beat the dishonor, win the chalice Defeat the grandest, apparatus, acquire all the treasure's honored status Version 2 Broken souls and mutilated dreams Broken toys and angels without wings Weep for the vanished fallen brothers And children without hope or mothers Pained tears encompass the solar rays A pained world in a destitute haze Transmogrified, engulfed by the flood Swept away and drowned in the spilled blood Panic children flee from shadows Spoils feed the seas of young willows Choking whispers, frozen buried tale The phantom spirits behind the veil Strong beguiled only yearn for their thirst Obtaining the hero's plague's cursed Wooden cane and the house build on soot Dying hearth and trembling bloody foot Greet the honor, greet the madness Beat the dishonor, win the chalice Defeat the grandest, apparatus Acquire the treasured honored status Updated 5/14/2019