"A Baleful Aura in the Graveyard
of Broken Gears"
far beyond
appolyons lair
across the sea of
pestilence
a sound of grim
andantes blair
pale orbs glide
through remnants
a planned
utopia now in shards
frostwork
lines once scorching flames
bullet hole piercings stop
beating hearts
though sounds of
beating forever remain
wraiths
will pass
and the days are bleak
a blessing of strength
is
promised to the weak
a cephalic
slaying
upon whom they shall
seek
chance of penitence
before the pendulum swings
the
deads residence
buried in
collapsed machines
far beyond
catastrophic
a festivity of
demise
rise of the prophets
spirits sounding battlecries
a
blood drawn map will
guide their
way
to the chosen ones
staggering and decayed
no air
fills their lungs
flee for
safety but its too late
their
judgement has ensured ill fate
beg for forgiveness it wont pass
take one more breath for its the
last
clouded eyes will walk
their way
into the knife of a
vengeance embraced
a relentless
a**ault upon the wicked hearts
a
relentless a**ault upon the wicked
hearts
sinners unto broken paths
acts of fury relieves this wrath
widows and children weep of
their loss
these acts of duty
formed of just cause
apparitions
retreat to the violet sky
hearing nothing more of their
endless cries
a baleful aura in
the graveyard of broken gears
sounds of steps breaking silence
into fear
they tried to hide and
only ended up slain
a massacre
repeated by those unchained.....
of Broken Gears"
far beyond
appolyons lair
across the sea of
pestilence
a sound of grim
andantes blair
pale orbs glide
through remnants
a planned
utopia now in shards
frostwork
lines once scorching flames
bullet hole piercings stop
beating hearts
though sounds of
beating forever remain
wraiths
will pass
and the days are bleak
a blessing of strength
is
promised to the weak
a cephalic
slaying
upon whom they shall
seek
chance of penitence
before the pendulum swings
the
deads residence
buried in
collapsed machines
far beyond
catastrophic
a festivity of
demise
rise of the prophets
spirits sounding battlecries
a
blood drawn map will
guide their
way
to the chosen ones
staggering and decayed
no air
fills their lungs
flee for
safety but its too late
their
judgement has ensured ill fate
beg for forgiveness it wont pass
take one more breath for its the
last
clouded eyes will walk
their way
into the knife of a
vengeance embraced
a relentless
a**ault upon the wicked hearts
a
relentless a**ault upon the wicked
hearts
sinners unto broken paths
acts of fury relieves this wrath
widows and children weep of
their loss
these acts of duty
formed of just cause
apparitions
retreat to the violet sky
hearing nothing more of their
endless cries
a baleful aura in
the graveyard of broken gears
sounds of steps breaking silence
into fear
they tried to hide and
only ended up slain
a massacre
repeated by those unchained.....