Beautiful Wings,
Shining horns.
Blue eyes adored.

Guardian of the skies,
Is she who believes.
Fate and disguise.
She appears mortal,
To you and me.

Guardian Angel,
She will protect her love.
She will heal him of wounds.
Give him life,
To his lungs.

She will always protect him,
Never faltering her stance.
Even on deaths door,
She is the Valkyrie Angel.
The Guardian of her love.

Penalty,
Blindness by worth.

Mistaken by judgement.
Burned at the gate,
To hell.

The beast is inside,
It claws at the surface.
It's rage unexplained.

It roars,
Hunting for an opening.

This is what my anger feels like,
It feels like a beast that is destructive.
It doesn't fear man.
God, or creature.

It claws at the surface,
If I snap.
Everyone is in danger.

Of Nightmare.

Qui suis-je, à part une poussière sur ta vie?
Je ne suis rien qu'un grain de sable
Sur l'étendue de ton océan je
N'ais rien de plus que le regret de mon insignifiance je
Suis invisible pour les yeux et ton cœur
Ne peux pas voir ce que tu refuses de lui montrer
Aussi noir que des poumons noircis par la haine tu
M'ignores chaque jour un peu plus
Chaque jour un peu mieux je
M'efface de ton champs de vision
Car je n'y ai jamais eu ma place
Des années à te servir d'ombre
Je te suivais avec perfection mais tu ne voyais que
Mes fautes
Je n'ai pas le courage de continuer à vivre dans ton univers
Je me rétracte vers la lumière éblouissante de la vie que j'ai manquée
Jusqu'alors persuadée de ta perfection je réalise
Que tu ne faisais que cacher ma vue avec tes mains
Soufflant au creux de mon oreille ce que je désirais entendre
Afin de noyer mes doutes dans ma confiance tu
N'es qu'une poussière sur ma vie et je te chasse
D'un abile coup de poignet tu disparais
Je me tourne vers l'océan et
Mon souffle…
Se
Coupe.

Hail to the heart,
The keeper of souls.
Hail to her,
She rules this world.

The heart is divine,
It has power.
Thy ***** of red,
Love, Lust, devour.

Purpose by equal,
Anthem of lore.
Hail to the heart,
Your very bold.

Imagine it,
The world of only love.
The world of all power,
By a single dove.

Hail to thy heart,
Hark and sing!
She will be abundant,
In all who believe.

Passing over mountains
and forging over fords
slipping though forests
filled with dappled shapes,
the Coward-King makes his escape

His heart is beating
and his mind is fleeing
As behind Him
burns all he has ever known

His kingdom ablaze
His cities razed
Fields salted
books torn and statues melted
His people fighting in the ruins
dying ,trying,
to let this not be the end

Flee Coward-King
as your nature becomes known
as the mailed fist torches your own.
**** whats been done!
the Great Enemy has come!
the dread Master
of a dark and terrible horde
and his servants seek you
with ****** swords

Dark Knights on vile steeds
Grim men of black heart
Exiles and renegades
each eager to do his part

To bring you low
to make sure you reap
what you've sown
Can you hear the hounds a baying?
Neath the trees swaying
was that the sound of horses neighing?
The shadows playing
Your wits derailing,

Coward-King,
Your fortress walls have failed
and your flight will be to no avail