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Sacred crimson
drain a glass
drink me and see
what will pass
pool of visions
reveal the truth
foaming fury
claw and tooth
Drag me screaming
through your sin
Pull back layers
of fresh flayed skin
Who among us is truly innocent?
I swear that soon you all will pay
though your kind prosper 'neath the moon
You'll learn to fear the light of day
Bloody muzzle
claws and fur
remember something
you once were
Constant struggle
with force and form
while thoughts of vengance
kept me warm
Howl in triumph
as I gut my kill
a force of nature
through force of will
Who among us is truly pure?
I swear that soon you all will see
the darkness hides in this light flesh
I'll kill you for betraying me.
Stole my form
and walked by two
He ran, and died tired.
I'll love hunting you.
Times have changed,
but the play's the same.
We live in shadow,
we're drawn to flame.
Another lifetime,
in this game we play.
To hunt and destroy
those who betray.
Who among you is truly alive?
I'll burn you slowly to the core.
You took my body and my soul,
set to wander forevermore.
A pious man, dethroned.
what a sucker, don't even bother
that life, while without sin
leaves corruption to lurk within
Peace is an illusion, son
learn to make peace with a blade
or the battlefield will break you
as the reaper comes to take you
the flames will burn to cleanse the dead
screams of wounds, a mist of blood
suspended now between life and death
praying for but one more breath.
time to die.
once symbol of black divinity
spread your wings so I can see
the glories that you hide from me
merciless, the scythe descends
hang your head in sorrow
and shame for your condition
corpse moving of its own volition
taken to their master
a moment to decide your fate
shown what soon will come to be
Hell's soldier for eternity
Bound in blood by signature
so obligated to obey
go ahead, scream, rage, and shout
Feel better now? there's no way out.
what a life.
Another fecking holocaust
come from your den and bring the frost
with sorrow's last tears all is lost
I've been where you are, long before
waiting for that final day
sleeping, praying for the end
but there is no release, my friend.
Another war soon begins
Heaven's host is at your door
now sharpening your sword
to do the bidding of your lord.
With many wounds exchanged
shreds of flesh now litter Hell
standing at the gates of Nod
You cry out once again to God
they scream at you.
shred your soul, and all held dear
lurking terror sees your fear
a lifetime for each frozen tear
decieved again
they tear you from the onyx gates
you curse the master you once loved
passing judgment from above.
howl in rage.
our trickery blinded you so well
the lies you tell
will be your hell.
Falling
calling
crawling
bawling
weeping
creeping
Closer to me
until I'm grinding
and finding nothing in her wicked cure
to resist the mirror's lure,
awake or dreaming I'm not sure.
Soul of fire, burning pure.
For all a Kingdom
and a broken crown.
Now lifeless bodies
litter the ground
Corruption and murders,
a land stained in sin,
and unholy wars
are soon to begin
We were told only lies
all meant to soothe.
For as the prophecy says,
hope lies in truth
A war we can win,
for a life without sin.
Forgiven, not forgotten.
Our rage still boils within.
The king and his crown,
all fell down,
and the land came crumbling after.
One we called brother,
long sought to betray
Eternal hands pull strings
in the politics of the day
Our once great land,
now lies in waste,
no rest for the wicked,
in righteous haste.
Three heroes, each bearing
bright sword and shield.
evil rises to threaten,
they must not yield.
A war has begun,
that benefits none.
Bleaching bones and banners
lay baking in the sun
King and his crown,
all fell down,
to the sound of the reaver's laughter.
Good versus Evil,
pleasure and pain.
Our armies will clash
on a cracked desert plain.
All of his virtue
has all been for naught.
Deciding his fate
in a moment of thought.
Against those few so brave,
we walked into the night.
Our armies rising from the grave
to join us in the fight.
A war shall begin,
with original sin,
to be won by a hero
who is tortured within.
We rose from the ground,
with the dead all around,
and our armies came shambling after.
A lifetime of betrayal,
in the span of a breath.
Our eyes hold only
the cold kiss of death.
Their armies clashed in a shattered desert valley.
Victory lay with the King.
The Reaver took the field bearing the standard of his fallen house,
as his undead pulled themselves free of a mass grave.
They had no remorse, and even less mercy as lightning cascaded across the darkened skies
The cries of the damned echoed with the sounds of ringing steel and splintering wood
Another small pathetic kingdom.
so bend your knee and bow your head
Take his body and his blood
the King is finally dead
the laughing of angels grows nearer
this wasteland serves to bring us war
take your bloody victory
you'll always thirst for more
A cursed land and people
dark clouds gather in the sky
there is no method to my madness
there is no reason why.
Flickering pyre burning bright
Grow towards the darkened night
blood on snow, red on white
our enemies will die tonight
Harvester of apathy
greed, corruption, terror, lies
Use these to enforce your rule
high above those you despise.
Crown in hand, he'll laugh
for victory is soon at hand
A tribute here for all to see
as this is all to be your land.
Choke the heavens with ash and greed
no building escapes uncharred
Lighting for all the world to see
a warning to be on your guard
Flickering pyre burning bright
Grow for me, and char the night
this means war, you know I'm right
our enemies will die tonight.
Hold to life with palsied talons
invoke the names that bring your power
not satisfied with life eternal
this, the Kingdom's darkest hour.
Weapons raised by brothers
armour donned in battle haste
If this is our last time on Earth
we'd best not let it go to waste
Screaming cries of rage and pain
I died with your names in my heart
If this be my awful end
then let my brothers make their start.
Flickering pyre, oh so right
be one wih me and guide my fight
Burn inside, unholy light
we shall have blood for blood tonight.
I swear, we'll drink their blood like wine tonight.
I hear the call inside my bones
drums beckon to the battlefield.
I hear the wailing and the groans,
the sweetest music war can yield.
I call to him to be my guard,
give me power, guide my hand.
My soul reduced to but a shard,
I spill red life across the land.
I take a knee and pray for faith
I call out for his aid.
left to my God, I'd be wraith,
he's waiting to be paid.
The whistling of my Reaver's blade
my armour drenched in bloody spray.
I've summoned him and now I've paid
He is the spirit of the fray.
Five heroes, sent to dispatch us,
came close, but could never surround.
They met our pets, they never suspected
we could raise the dead from the ground.
Hear the battle call once more,
but your shining Kingdom is so far away
Unholy hatred and wicked wrath
Bring us victory this day.
We march 'til the bitter end,
covered in a slick of blood
We call death from the skies once more
to unleash the crimson flood.
The screaming of the Reaver's blade
darker than the blackest night.
I gave my soul to him in trade
he is the essence of the fight.
We rent the ground asunder,
we destroyed their King.
Replaced him with another
as we knelt and kissed his ring.
Dark flesh gave way to an heir,
as clouds grow deep and red.
Bloody rain falls from the sky,
and heralds the rise of the dead.
Rain falls slowly, above and below
One sweet breath for each swollen drop
her madness tells you where to go
but the hammering will never stop
Of ancient rhyme is born a curse
The dead will soon return
Salvation in the final verse
The souls of four must burn
Bloody rain, a fog of red
will spew from the sky, like tears Divine
This marks the waking of the dead
slick with power, they hunt this noble line.
There is but one way to prevent this hell
In ancient times, there was a verse
The spinner of Silver's tales will tell
a way at last to unmake this curse
With each red drop, death is further undone
they rise from their sleep, centuries long.
Ruddy stormclouds will obscure the sun
Their clawing, the Reaver's battle song.
The dead begin their return
Salvation lies in the final verse
Or the skies will forever churn
With the Reaver's crimson curse
Clawing and digging from inside their graves
Soon comes the point of no return.
They swim to the surface, amidst pounding waves
This hunt will end, when the souls of four burn
Burn their souls
Crack their bones
Forever cursed
this flesh, his home.
Light the candles.
Say the name.
You bags of flesh
bring only shame.
Pull the blade.
Against the grain.
A bit of blood
and a taste of pain.
Sacred is the sound of your voice
Damned is he who makes the wrong choice
Take this chalice
Drink the blood
And know the power of the Fae
Paint a picture.
See the lies?
Something's hidden
behind blue eyes.
Turn the ring,
now say a prayer
and take your last
sweet breath of air.
Sing his songs
of twisted fate.
Chorus and verse
of broken faith.
Sacred is the sound of his voice
You damned me when you made the wrong choice,
took my chalice,
drank my blood,
Consumed my life, you faithless whore
Scream aloud,
you take in the knife
With a casual twist
I could end your life.
Howling blade
and screams of fright.
Your time has come,
so say goodnight.
You dance with death
Just one last lie
There's none but me
to see you die.
Sacred is the sound of my voice
I damn you all for making this choice,
shut her eyes,
leave her starving
and half blind in the rain.
Loose your prayers
and final tears
as your cries fall
upon deaf ears
Mold the clay
and make him feel
your soul is bound
and now we're real.
Sacred are the bonds of my choice.
The second time you've taken my voice.
Drink her blood,
consume her flesh,
now one with death forevermore.
Stalking the one of noble birth,
who bears the symbol of Kings.
We follow in the shadows, in the dead of night,
to kill the hope she brings.
Stumble through your worthless life,
with memories from long ago.
Spread the seeds of discontent,
and watch your power grow.
A wicked grin, and a Reaver's blade,
down twisting alleyways.
We lurk behind her like a grinning doom,
as she meets the end of her days.
Trickling down through generations,
mere fragments of the whole.
Coming together as the prophecy says,
Our blood awakens the unholy soul.
A simple birth of hope and light,
corrupted now by our own life.
In one hundred years, by mortal sight,
We'll take her as our willing wife.
Housed within this puzzle of flesh,
a legend of this female Ghast.
She'll sort the righteous from the wicked,
and slay the righteous to the last.
She'll rise to call death
and then she'll hunt 'neath the moon
but worry not, her mortal kin
your deaths will be upon you soon.
The king had fallen to madness
He died in vain with senseless anger
Tortured from within
His pain had yet to begin
He lies dead on a bed of satin
His armour fine and polished
his arms folded across his chest
mourned by those that loved him best
The King has been betrayed
by the prohecy of long ago
to all the children of Seth
the crown brings sickness, hate, and death
The damage had been done
corruption fertile in the land
falling into the great turmoil
dispointing all those loyal
The crown now brings infighting
showing all the greed of men
the mark upon the Legend's chest
the sign of Kingship on his breast
He strives to bring the land to peace
restoring order where chaos reigns
he bears this weight of the crown
with darkness ever pulling down
The one who fights beside him
one who he would call his brother
coveted the symbol of the kings
and all the power that it brings
The King will be betrayed
by the prophecy of long ago
to all the children of seth
the crown brings sickness, hate, and death
A woman would come between them
one so full of life and love
the curse of the crown was raised
by one whose deeds were ever after praised
The king lay broken and dying
betrayed for his woman and his crown
trying not to let her grief show
she tumbled into the sea below
Betrayal now commited
bloody sword and crown in hand
Drake praying for the worst
after slaking his ambition's thirst
A King will rise to be betrayed
by the prophecy of long ago
if worn by a child of seth
the crown brings sickness, hate, and death.
The crown had driven Drake to the brink of madness
His lust to posess her had grown so strong as to subvert the oath he swore.
His brother lay dead before him, but he saw no corpse, only the truth of his hypocrisy.
He could no longer find release in death, and so vowed to destroy all life.
Birth of the pure one
eyes of ice blue
the curse of the crown
they cannot undo
Push me away
pulling me down
born to recieve
the silver crown
Love has been soiled
the sanctity gone
evil has started
to rise like the dawn
Children are starving
but this isn't real
he's numb to the pain
that all of them feel
Nobody cares
that the land's gone to hell
but the royalty seems
to be taking this well
Push me away
pulling me down
kneel at the throne
of the silver crown
Wake up
dreaming
breathing
pounding
screaming
seething
Believing in nothing
sounding
and drowning in the hate, surrounding deep.
Blackness for the peace of sleep,
through your mirrors she will creep.
Rest for sanity to keep.
Wizened men in hushed tones
Chant to Fae that weave your fate
Gather 'round the standing stones
to test your devotion to our hate
These thorns will bite the flesh of palm
to chew their way into your soul
to seal with you, the pact of pain
and to make your body whole
This state exists only
for those who believe
a white ring of teeth
you cannot decieve
Accepted as a brother
now that you've passed the test
the cost is your identity
now you march with all the rest
his banner calls to many
but few survive the prick
they die by the sword
with love for their lord
not knowing which soul it will pick
These bloody, dirty hands
were once so clean
the weight of the purest soul will stain
though the mark remains unseen
The Reaver's army marches on
those who follow, no longer alive
nothing but a ring of thorns
a poison you will not survive
These hands are useless now
but they were once used out of love
I used them to heal
now all I can feel
is the loss of his light from above
This bloody, dirty sword
Its edge so wickedly keen
to survive the thorns in its handle
this result was not forseen
Screaming
beating
crying
pleading
reeling
Fleeting
feeling of dread
cleaving
Reaving the souls of those she has betrayed.
The land lies barren, stripped, and flayed.
Though her flesh at last decayed
you'll learn she still must be obeyed.
What can one do
when his brothers
have all gone away,
and he no longer has
the force of will
to rise and meet the day?
Feathers, once bright
now disused and folded,
oily, unkempt, and quite dull.
My breath comes ragged,
my eyes to the ground,
sunken into my skull.
When we were still pure, we were all so sure
that everything would turn out all right.
We played in the sun, but the colors now run
and fade to the darkness of night.
I want to scream
but I haven't the voice
so, slowly, I crumble to dust.
It gets harder each day
to go on like this
and my blade is pitted with rust.
I remove my armour,
weep crimson tears,
has everything been for naught?
I'm alone for a while,
and as my thoughts darken,
where's the release I've sought?
When we were still young, there were songs left unsung
and our glories were known all around.
But praises will fade, with each passing decade
'till we're wingless, alone, and earthbound.
I've become one of them,
and I fear for the worst,
my brothers are now truly lost.
The circle is broken,
and I'll wither alone,
I won, but was blind to the cost.
Hope lies broken,
it can't me remade,
I'll never be the same.
So I sheathe my sword,
and I sing my own dirge,
and then I extinguish my flame
When we were at war, our spirits would soar,
our wrath, and our skill, both well known.
We were crafted from flame, and we lived for the game,
but slowly, my heart turned to stone.
-Trystan Dracmere, KBN
drain a glass
drink me and see
what will pass
pool of visions
reveal the truth
foaming fury
claw and tooth
Drag me screaming
through your sin
Pull back layers
of fresh flayed skin
Who among us is truly innocent?
I swear that soon you all will pay
though your kind prosper 'neath the moon
You'll learn to fear the light of day
Bloody muzzle
claws and fur
remember something
you once were
Constant struggle
with force and form
while thoughts of vengance
kept me warm
Howl in triumph
as I gut my kill
a force of nature
through force of will
Who among us is truly pure?
I swear that soon you all will see
the darkness hides in this light flesh
I'll kill you for betraying me.
Stole my form
and walked by two
He ran, and died tired.
I'll love hunting you.
Times have changed,
but the play's the same.
We live in shadow,
we're drawn to flame.
Another lifetime,
in this game we play.
To hunt and destroy
those who betray.
Who among you is truly alive?
I'll burn you slowly to the core.
You took my body and my soul,
set to wander forevermore.
A pious man, dethroned.
what a sucker, don't even bother
that life, while without sin
leaves corruption to lurk within
Peace is an illusion, son
learn to make peace with a blade
or the battlefield will break you
as the reaper comes to take you
the flames will burn to cleanse the dead
screams of wounds, a mist of blood
suspended now between life and death
praying for but one more breath.
time to die.
once symbol of black divinity
spread your wings so I can see
the glories that you hide from me
merciless, the scythe descends
hang your head in sorrow
and shame for your condition
corpse moving of its own volition
taken to their master
a moment to decide your fate
shown what soon will come to be
Hell's soldier for eternity
Bound in blood by signature
so obligated to obey
go ahead, scream, rage, and shout
Feel better now? there's no way out.
what a life.
Another fecking holocaust
come from your den and bring the frost
with sorrow's last tears all is lost
I've been where you are, long before
waiting for that final day
sleeping, praying for the end
but there is no release, my friend.
Another war soon begins
Heaven's host is at your door
now sharpening your sword
to do the bidding of your lord.
With many wounds exchanged
shreds of flesh now litter Hell
standing at the gates of Nod
You cry out once again to God
they scream at you.
shred your soul, and all held dear
lurking terror sees your fear
a lifetime for each frozen tear
decieved again
they tear you from the onyx gates
you curse the master you once loved
passing judgment from above.
howl in rage.
our trickery blinded you so well
the lies you tell
will be your hell.
Falling
calling
crawling
bawling
weeping
creeping
Closer to me
until I'm grinding
and finding nothing in her wicked cure
to resist the mirror's lure,
awake or dreaming I'm not sure.
Soul of fire, burning pure.
For all a Kingdom
and a broken crown.
Now lifeless bodies
litter the ground
Corruption and murders,
a land stained in sin,
and unholy wars
are soon to begin
We were told only lies
all meant to soothe.
For as the prophecy says,
hope lies in truth
A war we can win,
for a life without sin.
Forgiven, not forgotten.
Our rage still boils within.
The king and his crown,
all fell down,
and the land came crumbling after.
One we called brother,
long sought to betray
Eternal hands pull strings
in the politics of the day
Our once great land,
now lies in waste,
no rest for the wicked,
in righteous haste.
Three heroes, each bearing
bright sword and shield.
evil rises to threaten,
they must not yield.
A war has begun,
that benefits none.
Bleaching bones and banners
lay baking in the sun
King and his crown,
all fell down,
to the sound of the reaver's laughter.
Good versus Evil,
pleasure and pain.
Our armies will clash
on a cracked desert plain.
All of his virtue
has all been for naught.
Deciding his fate
in a moment of thought.
Against those few so brave,
we walked into the night.
Our armies rising from the grave
to join us in the fight.
A war shall begin,
with original sin,
to be won by a hero
who is tortured within.
We rose from the ground,
with the dead all around,
and our armies came shambling after.
A lifetime of betrayal,
in the span of a breath.
Our eyes hold only
the cold kiss of death.
Their armies clashed in a shattered desert valley.
Victory lay with the King.
The Reaver took the field bearing the standard of his fallen house,
as his undead pulled themselves free of a mass grave.
They had no remorse, and even less mercy as lightning cascaded across the darkened skies
The cries of the damned echoed with the sounds of ringing steel and splintering wood
Another small pathetic kingdom.
so bend your knee and bow your head
Take his body and his blood
the King is finally dead
the laughing of angels grows nearer
this wasteland serves to bring us war
take your bloody victory
you'll always thirst for more
A cursed land and people
dark clouds gather in the sky
there is no method to my madness
there is no reason why.
Flickering pyre burning bright
Grow towards the darkened night
blood on snow, red on white
our enemies will die tonight
Harvester of apathy
greed, corruption, terror, lies
Use these to enforce your rule
high above those you despise.
Crown in hand, he'll laugh
for victory is soon at hand
A tribute here for all to see
as this is all to be your land.
Choke the heavens with ash and greed
no building escapes uncharred
Lighting for all the world to see
a warning to be on your guard
Flickering pyre burning bright
Grow for me, and char the night
this means war, you know I'm right
our enemies will die tonight.
Hold to life with palsied talons
invoke the names that bring your power
not satisfied with life eternal
this, the Kingdom's darkest hour.
Weapons raised by brothers
armour donned in battle haste
If this is our last time on Earth
we'd best not let it go to waste
Screaming cries of rage and pain
I died with your names in my heart
If this be my awful end
then let my brothers make their start.
Flickering pyre, oh so right
be one wih me and guide my fight
Burn inside, unholy light
we shall have blood for blood tonight.
I swear, we'll drink their blood like wine tonight.
I hear the call inside my bones
drums beckon to the battlefield.
I hear the wailing and the groans,
the sweetest music war can yield.
I call to him to be my guard,
give me power, guide my hand.
My soul reduced to but a shard,
I spill red life across the land.
I take a knee and pray for faith
I call out for his aid.
left to my God, I'd be wraith,
he's waiting to be paid.
The whistling of my Reaver's blade
my armour drenched in bloody spray.
I've summoned him and now I've paid
He is the spirit of the fray.
Five heroes, sent to dispatch us,
came close, but could never surround.
They met our pets, they never suspected
we could raise the dead from the ground.
Hear the battle call once more,
but your shining Kingdom is so far away
Unholy hatred and wicked wrath
Bring us victory this day.
We march 'til the bitter end,
covered in a slick of blood
We call death from the skies once more
to unleash the crimson flood.
The screaming of the Reaver's blade
darker than the blackest night.
I gave my soul to him in trade
he is the essence of the fight.
We rent the ground asunder,
we destroyed their King.
Replaced him with another
as we knelt and kissed his ring.
Dark flesh gave way to an heir,
as clouds grow deep and red.
Bloody rain falls from the sky,
and heralds the rise of the dead.
Rain falls slowly, above and below
One sweet breath for each swollen drop
her madness tells you where to go
but the hammering will never stop
Of ancient rhyme is born a curse
The dead will soon return
Salvation in the final verse
The souls of four must burn
Bloody rain, a fog of red
will spew from the sky, like tears Divine
This marks the waking of the dead
slick with power, they hunt this noble line.
There is but one way to prevent this hell
In ancient times, there was a verse
The spinner of Silver's tales will tell
a way at last to unmake this curse
With each red drop, death is further undone
they rise from their sleep, centuries long.
Ruddy stormclouds will obscure the sun
Their clawing, the Reaver's battle song.
The dead begin their return
Salvation lies in the final verse
Or the skies will forever churn
With the Reaver's crimson curse
Clawing and digging from inside their graves
Soon comes the point of no return.
They swim to the surface, amidst pounding waves
This hunt will end, when the souls of four burn
Burn their souls
Crack their bones
Forever cursed
this flesh, his home.
Light the candles.
Say the name.
You bags of flesh
bring only shame.
Pull the blade.
Against the grain.
A bit of blood
and a taste of pain.
Sacred is the sound of your voice
Damned is he who makes the wrong choice
Take this chalice
Drink the blood
And know the power of the Fae
Paint a picture.
See the lies?
Something's hidden
behind blue eyes.
Turn the ring,
now say a prayer
and take your last
sweet breath of air.
Sing his songs
of twisted fate.
Chorus and verse
of broken faith.
Sacred is the sound of his voice
You damned me when you made the wrong choice,
took my chalice,
drank my blood,
Consumed my life, you faithless whore
Scream aloud,
you take in the knife
With a casual twist
I could end your life.
Howling blade
and screams of fright.
Your time has come,
so say goodnight.
You dance with death
Just one last lie
There's none but me
to see you die.
Sacred is the sound of my voice
I damn you all for making this choice,
shut her eyes,
leave her starving
and half blind in the rain.
Loose your prayers
and final tears
as your cries fall
upon deaf ears
Mold the clay
and make him feel
your soul is bound
and now we're real.
Sacred are the bonds of my choice.
The second time you've taken my voice.
Drink her blood,
consume her flesh,
now one with death forevermore.
Stalking the one of noble birth,
who bears the symbol of Kings.
We follow in the shadows, in the dead of night,
to kill the hope she brings.
Stumble through your worthless life,
with memories from long ago.
Spread the seeds of discontent,
and watch your power grow.
A wicked grin, and a Reaver's blade,
down twisting alleyways.
We lurk behind her like a grinning doom,
as she meets the end of her days.
Trickling down through generations,
mere fragments of the whole.
Coming together as the prophecy says,
Our blood awakens the unholy soul.
A simple birth of hope and light,
corrupted now by our own life.
In one hundred years, by mortal sight,
We'll take her as our willing wife.
Housed within this puzzle of flesh,
a legend of this female Ghast.
She'll sort the righteous from the wicked,
and slay the righteous to the last.
She'll rise to call death
and then she'll hunt 'neath the moon
but worry not, her mortal kin
your deaths will be upon you soon.
The king had fallen to madness
He died in vain with senseless anger
Tortured from within
His pain had yet to begin
He lies dead on a bed of satin
His armour fine and polished
his arms folded across his chest
mourned by those that loved him best
The King has been betrayed
by the prohecy of long ago
to all the children of Seth
the crown brings sickness, hate, and death
The damage had been done
corruption fertile in the land
falling into the great turmoil
dispointing all those loyal
The crown now brings infighting
showing all the greed of men
the mark upon the Legend's chest
the sign of Kingship on his breast
He strives to bring the land to peace
restoring order where chaos reigns
he bears this weight of the crown
with darkness ever pulling down
The one who fights beside him
one who he would call his brother
coveted the symbol of the kings
and all the power that it brings
The King will be betrayed
by the prophecy of long ago
to all the children of seth
the crown brings sickness, hate, and death
A woman would come between them
one so full of life and love
the curse of the crown was raised
by one whose deeds were ever after praised
The king lay broken and dying
betrayed for his woman and his crown
trying not to let her grief show
she tumbled into the sea below
Betrayal now commited
bloody sword and crown in hand
Drake praying for the worst
after slaking his ambition's thirst
A King will rise to be betrayed
by the prophecy of long ago
if worn by a child of seth
the crown brings sickness, hate, and death.
The crown had driven Drake to the brink of madness
His lust to posess her had grown so strong as to subvert the oath he swore.
His brother lay dead before him, but he saw no corpse, only the truth of his hypocrisy.
He could no longer find release in death, and so vowed to destroy all life.
Birth of the pure one
eyes of ice blue
the curse of the crown
they cannot undo
Push me away
pulling me down
born to recieve
the silver crown
Love has been soiled
the sanctity gone
evil has started
to rise like the dawn
Children are starving
but this isn't real
he's numb to the pain
that all of them feel
Nobody cares
that the land's gone to hell
but the royalty seems
to be taking this well
Push me away
pulling me down
kneel at the throne
of the silver crown
Wake up
dreaming
breathing
pounding
screaming
seething
Believing in nothing
sounding
and drowning in the hate, surrounding deep.
Blackness for the peace of sleep,
through your mirrors she will creep.
Rest for sanity to keep.
Wizened men in hushed tones
Chant to Fae that weave your fate
Gather 'round the standing stones
to test your devotion to our hate
These thorns will bite the flesh of palm
to chew their way into your soul
to seal with you, the pact of pain
and to make your body whole
This state exists only
for those who believe
a white ring of teeth
you cannot decieve
Accepted as a brother
now that you've passed the test
the cost is your identity
now you march with all the rest
his banner calls to many
but few survive the prick
they die by the sword
with love for their lord
not knowing which soul it will pick
These bloody, dirty hands
were once so clean
the weight of the purest soul will stain
though the mark remains unseen
The Reaver's army marches on
those who follow, no longer alive
nothing but a ring of thorns
a poison you will not survive
These hands are useless now
but they were once used out of love
I used them to heal
now all I can feel
is the loss of his light from above
This bloody, dirty sword
Its edge so wickedly keen
to survive the thorns in its handle
this result was not forseen
Screaming
beating
crying
pleading
reeling
Fleeting
feeling of dread
cleaving
Reaving the souls of those she has betrayed.
The land lies barren, stripped, and flayed.
Though her flesh at last decayed
you'll learn she still must be obeyed.
What can one do
when his brothers
have all gone away,
and he no longer has
the force of will
to rise and meet the day?
Feathers, once bright
now disused and folded,
oily, unkempt, and quite dull.
My breath comes ragged,
my eyes to the ground,
sunken into my skull.
When we were still pure, we were all so sure
that everything would turn out all right.
We played in the sun, but the colors now run
and fade to the darkness of night.
I want to scream
but I haven't the voice
so, slowly, I crumble to dust.
It gets harder each day
to go on like this
and my blade is pitted with rust.
I remove my armour,
weep crimson tears,
has everything been for naught?
I'm alone for a while,
and as my thoughts darken,
where's the release I've sought?
When we were still young, there were songs left unsung
and our glories were known all around.
But praises will fade, with each passing decade
'till we're wingless, alone, and earthbound.
I've become one of them,
and I fear for the worst,
my brothers are now truly lost.
The circle is broken,
and I'll wither alone,
I won, but was blind to the cost.
Hope lies broken,
it can't me remade,
I'll never be the same.
So I sheathe my sword,
and I sing my own dirge,
and then I extinguish my flame
When we were at war, our spirits would soar,
our wrath, and our skill, both well known.
We were crafted from flame, and we lived for the game,
but slowly, my heart turned to stone.
-Trystan Dracmere, KBN