Through Acrid Clouds Of Summer Flies The Garden Swells
With A Thousand More Wise Forever Flung To Celestial
Dreams Clawing At The Grave Of The Dead Nazarene I
Watch The Storm Approaching The Darkness Calls My Name The
Trees Are Growing Restless They Feel The Season Change Their
Fruit Has Putrified Forbidden Once And Bound To Die The
Thread Of Life Lies Severed On The Brink Of
Paradise Grinning Winds Of Hate Unfurled Dash Towers Tall That
Grip The Sun Talons Stretch Her Veil Reclamation, Our Time
Has Come... Autumn Spreads Its Golden Wings And Lays The
Path For Those Unseen A Tangled Web Of Evil
Spun At Last... Winter Spawn From Barren Thighs To Readdress,
To Slay The Blind And Throw The Reins Untethered
To The Skies They Pray To The Full Moon
Rising Diana Moving With Such Infinite Grace Wrapped Alone In
A Blanket Of Nightfall How Many Secrets Can They
Read By Your Face? Will They Know Of Majesty Of
Beauty Held In Dream-Dead Sleep And Scarlet Seas That
Bleed The Frozen Shores? Will Their"God" Of Bridled Love Assuage
Our Rule From Planes Above Or Shrink In Fear
From Chaos Roused For War? War! Wrest Askew The Nails That
Have Held You, Lurking Deep September Prayers Are Waning Burn
The Shrines Of Fettered Sheep Spearhead The Insurrection Of A
World That Seeks No End "We Are What We
Are, What We Shall Be, Again..." Appear; Draped In
Terror To The Comfort Of Your Kin Stain The Milky
Sunset Red And Let The Other In... Summer's Dying...
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