Conducting from the Grave

A blackened night has cast its shadow upon the skies not a sound to be heard from where the buried bodies hide ceased from flowing are the rivers that seem to be touched by icy hands of death himself in the graveyard by the crypts where the dead rest

Since the dawn of time it’s been told that the path of the righteous will lead us to glory and through our convictions we’re born anew. With the blood of our foes stained on our hands the seas will flow red when the pale moon rises and our war wi

Birthed from the cocoon of lunacy A child raised by the seed of dementia forming Fatherless daughter of false poisoned tongues She moves upon her own path of madness astray From fear that she will soon be used like scum Hypnotic to her victims that s

Lowly do I sit, the night lay dormant as I muse the thoughts Of lives passed, and reason with forgotten lore Remembering within these halls, the curves around your face Beauty lost; apparition haunting me, dancing in the pale moonlight Such silence p

In the darkness of night Walls crawl with the lurid shades of the deepest pits of hell Devoid of time the pendulum swing arrests to an end Gone is the illusion of solace and sanctuary Replaced by abominations and visions of heinous shadows And nothin

We drew the lines in time. We built and renewed. We defined our existence to reign supreme, untested, to reconstruct our lies. The fires of hell reach long for the souls that remain. The lives left scattered on the surface. Break the seals for judgem