I see thy broken wings...
There is nothing left,
But empty torment.
Still I dare to hope
For Redemption.
In this cruel fate
Nothing can keep apart
The Evil from the Good.
I cannot bare
This dark cult of Damnation.
I can do nothing,
But to only fleshcraft
The corpses of victims,
In a cursed Cathedral of Flesh.
But nay,not just one building,
Soon there will be many more,
Creating a dreadful world
Full of screams and pain.
In it's halls of skin,
In it's walls of flesh,
In it's pools of blood
I can only suffer;
T'is the only way,
Rather than to be a part
Of Evil.
I cannot see apart
My lost life.
Now,I only see darkness,
Which pours out
Of this Cathedral.
It's a cursed
And hollowed temple,
Which is filled with lost spirits.
It's parts are made of innocents,
Who once boldly believed in peace.
It has taken them,
It has taken all that
Is left of them;
Just as it frightened my soul.
What is this?
Why am I here?
Great Lord,help us...
Please,help these innocents
And the mourners.
It's walls are moving,
They are consuming
The carcasses of humans.
T'is a huge fleshcraft,
Which ruined countless worlds,
Creating an endless world
Of eternal torment. |
