To Bear The Brunt Of Many Blades - text
Nothing that breathes is divine.
The gleam of your blade gives you away.
Drawn from me, my smiling assassin,
Meet the blood that moved you-
The blood of encouragement
Spilling as common water.
Soak up to your arms in his blood.
They will serve you well.
How terribly cold.
Add another edge: Be sure to twist the blade.
Fall in, stain your steel in festive red-
Here, where the sheep are butchers.
One cannot resist.
Each waning, determined for purchase.
I am he who falters, stricken with one thousand blades.
With unsteady steps, I find my balance in deception.
Step by burning step.
Barefoot among a skulk of men.
Eyes ahead and taller still,
I never look back.
I knew your numbers.
I knew you all too well.
This is that which did not kill me.
The harrowed form of living will:
And so terribly cold.
- The Creation Ruin
- Misanthropy Pure
- We Who Finish Last
- Chorus Of The Dissimilar
- In The Mind And Marrow
- To Bear The Brunt Of Many..
- Four Earths
- Set Your Body Ablaze
- Be Winged
- Cold Lord Quietus
- 1. At Least A Plausible Case..
- 2. My Heart Bleeds The Darke..
- 3. Misanthropy Pure
- 4. Scornful Of The Motives A..
- 5. Be Winged
- 6. And Their Faces Are Twist..
- 7. A Human Failing
- 8. Reach Beyond The Sun
- 9. Being Exemplary
- 10. Cold Lord Quietus