Tyranny of Roses

Divinities of stone Humanity of bone Legions march in time to glossy cracked clocks. Black Boots step to the metronome. Before them dark skies become… Into it they rise the pinnacle of infinites to the bloody rim of Tyranny. Roses, rage… The blossoms bleed a sea of crimson, roses rare and thorns deep hands of humanity bound, keep. To the rhythm of the metronome Feel the rush of Methodrone. Violence, the iron forge blaze… god in gears and wires black onyx eyes stare. A field of roses rage to the right A flight of Ravens reflect in the sight into the burning night stars illuminate. Distance is the shallows depths, as angry angels feast As Graves gives up their ghosts