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Tormant of the Damned
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Song Lyrics Near the incarnate bastard's fall,
Preying on both the weak and small.
A demon's pressure wearing thin,
Dithered by the angel's sin.
A constant reminder of the pain,
A constant reminder of all not gained.
The spirit leaping down to raze,
Smothered by the bolding blaze.
In the beginning I was whole,
But the beginning didn't hold.
In the ending they filched my soul,
Or so the story was time over told?
The pit has called me from despair,
But the anger gathers through the air.
Brought only into a depression state,
A daring feet of the drafting fate.
My soul now bleeds as has my skin,
The blackening rose has budded in.
An ancient story told many times,
But for now that story is forever mine.
In the beginning I was whole,
But the beginning didn't hold.
In the ending they filched my soul,
Or so the story was time over told?
Blanketed by the crimson colours,
A shade of luft, the Devil's brother.
A silhouette that shows my dying,
And the memories of all those lying.
And as the sun sets on my being,
The stars and moon I am not seeing.
Only the darkness of the desperate day,
As I seek to spy the figure saying?
"In the beginning I was whole,
But the beginning didn't hold.
In the end they filched my soul,
Or so the story was time over told?"
In the tarn, I saw the figure,
In the tarn, they pulled the trigger.
And so the specter gave their life,
To steel away from all their strife.
Never did I learn what their name held,
Never did I find where their soul did dwell.
For as I watched them with my dread,
The bullet came passing through my head.
Deep within the soulless slumber,
Feeling only the foreign number.
A shivering fear had overcome me,
Only to find I had been sleeping.
I looked up smiling at my window,
Opening it to see the meadow.
But the only thing that I could vision,
Was the fiery result of my mission.
In the beginning I was whole?
But the beginning didn't hold?
In the end they filched my soul?
Or so the story was time over told?
-Morbid Seraphim
