Ring wretched bells
Choiring the fall
Adversary named
Mantle proudly worn
I sta
Amidst a once great empire a looming shadow falls Darkens
What are we fighting?
Where from springs conflict
With no enemy of
Cancerous Redeemer
Sick touch of the black
Awaken into new worlds
Adjust to
Howl to the moons of affront!
Bear schism against the open
Uselessness prevalent
In the vacuum
Of honour's omission
Breath held
Eyes fixed
Wretchedly ancient, never to fade for we have always been
Tests of spirits
Tastes of blood
Bile rises to form vestments
Destruction
The i
Older than the fall, we emerge from the left hand
Alone in my sepulchral, Mountain fortress tower I have scurried
Witness to an endless storming cosmos
Casting towards the cold empty
Rotten staff
My Sceptre
Sword of might
Swath Cutter
Shining Pestilence
Piercing
Serpent monolith
Exhaling cipher
Of millennial doubt
Carved in soil
Erect in my
Like an iron yoke
Strapped across my back
Crushing my wings
Suffocating my
Anoint. Alight. Align.
The Mind says, 'I am not of the
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