Those Now Sleep Forever - text
So still I remain beneath the stars.
Their transient majesty blankets the sullen.
The sound of the complacent tranquility whispers
Into my deafened ears.
How fragile and taciturn, the breath of the night:
A disturbance amongst us in wake of my stir.
My rest will in frustration wait as
I have promised to shepherd my brothers.
Beneath obsidian skies,
I am compelled only through stubborn nature.
I think only to harbor the adulation that in flames
Of passion or war will never burn.
The discordant winds of war,
Its acrid scent stinging my eyes,
Can never blind the love I possess.
And in silence have
I sworn to remain ardent and impassioned.
And may no enemy encircling lay hands upon which
I so feverishly love.
I shall never abandon you,
So speak not a word not another word.
I'll be right here by your side.
Though the burdened crown of weight upon weakened
Column shall end.
I with dying breath have appeased this macerating
Creation by human hands.
Oh how glorious the silence,
All iniquities bereaved as it descends to Earth
On this most shameless of evenings.
I will never know another night to be the same.
May the resonating word of
This memory burn brighter than the spirit of my youth:
That I perished the last of vitality
So that others may persist so that my brothers may live on.
Their transient majesty blankets the sullen.
The sound of the complacent tranquility whispers
Into my deafened ears.
How fragile and taciturn, the breath of the night:
A disturbance amongst us in wake of my stir.
My rest will in frustration wait as
I have promised to shepherd my brothers.
Beneath obsidian skies,
I am compelled only through stubborn nature.
I think only to harbor the adulation that in flames
Of passion or war will never burn.
The discordant winds of war,
Its acrid scent stinging my eyes,
Can never blind the love I possess.
And in silence have
I sworn to remain ardent and impassioned.
And may no enemy encircling lay hands upon which
I so feverishly love.
I shall never abandon you,
So speak not a word not another word.
I'll be right here by your side.
Though the burdened crown of weight upon weakened
Column shall end.
I with dying breath have appeased this macerating
Creation by human hands.
Oh how glorious the silence,
All iniquities bereaved as it descends to Earth
On this most shameless of evenings.
I will never know another night to be the same.
May the resonating word of
This memory burn brighter than the spirit of my youth:
That I perished the last of vitality
So that others may persist so that my brothers may live on.
Reklama
Reklama
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- Mara
- This Night Is the Coroner..
- Deadworld Reclamation
- In Vastness, I Transfigur..
- Rotting Procession (Feat...
- Dismantle
- One of the Swarm
- A Welcome Displeasure
- Those Now Sleep Forever
- From Burning Sentiments
- Venomspitter
- Perpetual Abyssma
- The Greatest Deception
Reklama
