Fooled against...
A circle of trust
Bound to the old ways
A cast of shadow looming
Wandering through the night
Heightened, secret, emotions
They worship...
Clouds, above, the sky
Silent and still
An angel bleeds to dry
But its evil grimace
Has frozen in delight
Silent and still
Then a worship awe
Money, gold, earth rites
Renewed, again they fight
They silence to steal
Dark, their gathering
Their capital, a list
We fear not, follow
Their worship...
No clouds below the fire
A play of judgement
Higher will it come.
-by Cold
luni, 9 februarie 2009
Dark Gathering
Publicat de Cold la luni, februarie 09, 2009
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