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Truest is thy word that has fallen from the cosmic.
My open arms seem welcome this.
Understanding it seems beyond my mortal logic.
Cascading comets that have spawned from Saros.

"Infernal spheres of chaos plummeting towards the surface.
Where my mind can only comprehend
The impervious delusions of heralding ascension"

Rise.
A sentence given, to the afflicted living, it’s where the darkness allows me to overthrow any King of the kind.
And for this I sought the choir to sing aligned. My wrath becomes mine and the signs we summon (the enigmatic music still plays). Sit in the blistering throne, and take it in. This has gone way past the ideals of sin, as I perform reprisal making it an eternal war. Betrayed.
Blood is running down my arms; the same arms I used to vanquish her dreams (vanquishing dreams is just and comforting).
"I am not ready to kill to save myself from regret," I claimed until I was betrayed. And for this I sought the choir to sing aligned. My wrath becomes mine and the signs we summon (the enigmatic music still plays). Sit in the blistering throne, and take it in. This has gone way past the ideals of sin, down the sacred chambers the embers roar. Regret pours into the inner cavity of my core, and I soar.
I take flight. From below I see the blazing throne; from below I hear the tortured soul. The Curse of the Millennia awaits me. Why can't I breathe? It's pounding on my confines. A mallet placed in a roaring god's hands (pummeling the ground, and pummeling my face).
Seismic waves obliterate my skull blasting my soul with a wretched sound. No longer found by this ill fate, a mark embraced by the Hordes, I'm birthed into this world. I've come to murder my Lord (I can almost taste...).

Like Jason and The Argonauts, It is treasure and plunder that we sought, in the end it was our destiny as failures to rot in the sea. Sea faring into the gale we prepare to sail forever more on the galley forged by my hands, we are deplored. The Four winds taunting and the guiding lights amidst embarking on a voyage enshrouded in forbidding mists, clenching our wrists, clenching our fists. (Chorus) “From the North we hear the calling yet the Cardinal that once flew, is dashed a strew with it’s crimson feathers descending upon the beguiled crew”. “We are a few ... Damned, is it me or is it you?” Hear my plea maidens of the deep, Ministers of Sedition; I’ll demonstrate this decree, I will throw his body into the seas (Feasting on his royal flesh with no heed to his “designation”, we are searching for a prosperous destination. Destitution is plaguing our realm, but by the mast we are bound. (Chorus) “” Standing, here, before Neptune’s bounteous abode, nautical beings rise from the sea screaming mutiny “ Why do I clench this ivory hilt? This was the vision I once dreamed to build” Ravishing the commander with thy blade it was I who was saved.

Behold! The future is here, and look as all the earthly lands are laid to waste.
The face carved in the bark of the twisted tree, where it has fallen to its knees. It’s an epiphany. The eyes of the wise majesty open to see the axe in its body. (Chorus) “Falling forth towards the earth, feeling filth and feeling dirt decimating Gaia’s reign, in disdain unified we all came with sharpened blades. Mater Matris loathes in ruthless pain, as her gashing wound is ripped again and again. Defiled by the Hume she lays in languish as she is graced upon by the outrageous”. Into the body, with force to feed the machine, oh how thou hast mocked me. Behold! The future is here, and look as all the earthly lands are laid to waist. We are now faced with this treacherous race. Fueling destruction with such haste. “I am your life, yet you cut me down like a farce breed, slaughtered like the steed you once sacrificed with no heed to the casualties. It will someday breed again. (Chorus) “”. Plagues run ramped rotting our bodies until the melting flesh reaches the stem, and it will someday breed again.

As stories may be told, this dawning in a time of the old, “Once upon a time there was a man as glorious as the gold; the essence of the childe being raised in the air.” Borrowed powers made this man flourish amongst his peers. His seared words of sorcery they could not cohere, but in there sleep he whispered, “ Conquest relinquishes fear”. Waking up at morning light, a vile instinct took plight. Craving battle they began to march.
(Chorus)
“Atrocious Quest, Crusade on the West;
Obiter Dictum I will say, watch your neck or else they will slay.
Is this life they portray?
Time may pass until that day, but hark the signs that they forbear”.
The Bearer of Dawn - imparted the suffering vows of men -upon the cities -and throughout the lands.
-A sentinel was bred, the sentinel bled -all for an eternal sunrise that was led saintly man.

Here in this land, an army gathers
Beneath a conqueror's oppressive hand,
Where a foolish champion leads his steadfast men
He stands at his pulpit forged by bones of the slain
He screams to his legions brimming with his gruesome bane

And with God's hand I shall rase your lands
I’ll tear your throat like a wolf to a lamb

There is silence: It is treasured most above this world and in space. It is an Arcane ghost Recognize it"s gorgeous face, Untouched by those who have befallen to the hands of hatred. Welcome to the Tombs of the Thracians. Barbaric accords and struggle aboard "Oh Blasphemy!" We cry and it"s a blunder undoing this world. Standing higher than the mountains. Surrounding our decaying gates we stay true to our cause. Like the few and honorable would have done to us in this world. There is silence: It is treasured most above this world and in space. It is an Arcane ghost. Recognize it"s gorgeous face, Untouched by those who have befallen to the hands of hatred. Walking down the city"s streets we collaborate with words of revolution. And not without the words to: The strength to talk in gold. Cherish what"s ours to come, fight for this struggle won, and breath for a united one As we change the world. Cherishing the lost assort to the faces that I loathe... Cherish what"s ours to come, fight for this struggle won as we change this world without one gun.