Post by hitokiri on Feb 6, 2007 16:53:57 GMT -5
Meh....::posts it up::
"Wintered Halls Forlorn"
Thy dismal dirge; so pale and weak
Thy soul is lost within
Forgotten answers thoust dost seek.
Bowed by thine chagrin
In endless times; awaiting halls
Thy bride hast now appeared
Her light encased in luminescent walls
Windowed gazes mirrored.
In the frozen winter
I saw a side of you.
A vision so cold; so desolate.
Piercing my sinew
Frozen, quaking deadly; a splinter
Thy the epitome of hate.
Blue rings cold - thine dreadful day.
Blue rings cold - thy hath awaketh.
Chorus
Thy day is ebbing
Thy strength is leaving.
Thy lay moaning.
In thy wasteland
Thine wonderful wasteland.
Maketh thine time
Thine will and mine.
Thine tougne is sublime.
Snow chills thine face.
Posion seeps down thine walls.
Our putrid deformity.
Men hath married thine own laws.
Thy a slave to conformity.
In a distance lies a narrow path
Walking on down and down
In thine consuming wraith.
Thy innocence shall forever drown.
I saw thee passeth by
Bent from all the years.
Crumbled hands; a wrinkled face
Ever darkens my fears
Thine pyre lain to die.
A sheltered flowering grace.
Blue right cold - in thy silent lands.
Blue rings cold - in thine empty heart
Chorus
Her strike of death
Pours into her heart
In her waking moments
She seeks thine dreadful hand
She waits in her silent watches.
Fearing the gruesome brand
Her bitter tears soak thine blood.
Now she's world's apart.
Breasts full bloom; Divine!
For lo she is utterly spent
She whithers by the hour
Her will cracked; her body rent
A dead, whither'd flower.
Blowing unceasingly by the bitter wind.
For now thou hath sinned
Sweetened full flips; Enshrine!
Dances in the night.
No eyes hath seen her dreadful gaze.
Lost in the haze.
Her silent winter approach thine heart.
In thine halls thy dances with fate.
A dreary duet of mingled souls.
Lethargic whispers; thine sedate!
Thine Heart; Be Mine!
Chorus
Encased stares; sunrise without
Thine days linger fortold
Quivering lips wracked with thy doubt
Where dost go to hold?
In the silent winter
I beheld thee.
So alone and distraught.
Alone thee awaits
For the great awakening
That was to be but
For lo, has yet to com'ith.
"Wintered Halls Forlorn"
Thy dismal dirge; so pale and weak
Thy soul is lost within
Forgotten answers thoust dost seek.
Bowed by thine chagrin
In endless times; awaiting halls
Thy bride hast now appeared
Her light encased in luminescent walls
Windowed gazes mirrored.
In the frozen winter
I saw a side of you.
A vision so cold; so desolate.
Piercing my sinew
Frozen, quaking deadly; a splinter
Thy the epitome of hate.
Blue rings cold - thine dreadful day.
Blue rings cold - thy hath awaketh.
Chorus
Thy day is ebbing
Thy strength is leaving.
Thy lay moaning.
In thy wasteland
Thine wonderful wasteland.
Maketh thine time
Thine will and mine.
Thine tougne is sublime.
Snow chills thine face.
Posion seeps down thine walls.
Our putrid deformity.
Men hath married thine own laws.
Thy a slave to conformity.
In a distance lies a narrow path
Walking on down and down
In thine consuming wraith.
Thy innocence shall forever drown.
I saw thee passeth by
Bent from all the years.
Crumbled hands; a wrinkled face
Ever darkens my fears
Thine pyre lain to die.
A sheltered flowering grace.
Blue right cold - in thy silent lands.
Blue rings cold - in thine empty heart
Chorus
Her strike of death
Pours into her heart
In her waking moments
She seeks thine dreadful hand
She waits in her silent watches.
Fearing the gruesome brand
Her bitter tears soak thine blood.
Now she's world's apart.
Breasts full bloom; Divine!
For lo she is utterly spent
She whithers by the hour
Her will cracked; her body rent
A dead, whither'd flower.
Blowing unceasingly by the bitter wind.
For now thou hath sinned
Sweetened full flips; Enshrine!
Dances in the night.
No eyes hath seen her dreadful gaze.
Lost in the haze.
Her silent winter approach thine heart.
In thine halls thy dances with fate.
A dreary duet of mingled souls.
Lethargic whispers; thine sedate!
Thine Heart; Be Mine!
Chorus
Encased stares; sunrise without
Thine days linger fortold
Quivering lips wracked with thy doubt
Where dost go to hold?
In the silent winter
I beheld thee.
So alone and distraught.
Alone thee awaits
For the great awakening
That was to be but
For lo, has yet to com'ith.
