Night paints itself dark as wind tears violently apart,
With tears and blood dripping upon
The holy Edens we stand on.
~.•.~
Blazing rivers run as we speak
And frozen stars fall onto the weak,
For weak are the ones who walk toward the sun
Who walk amongst the cold and reach to their dawn.
Forever will they encompass the stars
Leaving truth and reality far in due past.
Their hearts and soul will ever have scars,
For erased times will remain in ghast.
~,•'~
Memories of blithe, in agony shall perish,
For a thorned blade will reap in anguish.
Thy hearts shall stop to our deadly harvest
And bleed their soul to forever rest.
Kill or be killed is this world's way,
So spare and give mercy only if you may
Yet remember the price it'll all take
As your love and friends all become astray
This, if from the painless way,
You once again stray.
~.•.~