A Solemn Procession Across Ashen Fields
Marches to a Funeral Dirge
The grate of Worn Heels against blackend Stone
Onward to Ragnarök, and the Final Cou De Grace
To Sing a Lament to Stone Aether and Fire
Bring to Us Wind and Rain
To Sweep us like Dust from the halls of Time
Bring Thunder that Rips the Bleeding Sky
and Lightening that shall Split the Hallowed Earth
So that From the mouth of a Heathen Hell
May issue Balefire to lick the hems of tattered Robes
Bring the Oceans to a Violent Boil
With such turmoil that She will at long last give up her Dead
Let the Putrid Yellow Skies be choked with Ash
So we may never hope to see the light of Day
Hold to thy lips the Final Cup
A tonic to Release us from the ghosts of the Fallen
That we may embrace the Final Darkness
With open, Longing Arms

your pain is Mine
and your strEngth
you pulse through my veins
death and hardship
betrayal and scorn
stopped you not
and i Gladly tread
in your mighty footsteps
your hAtefull words
fill my ears
i Drink your poison
likE the sweetest honey
it fills my ears and sTeels my
resolve
your Hate is my strength
swing your ax
and i will follow
till the grave
you brought me back
and for that i owe
you my eternal allegiance
together you and i shall set
this world afire
so wave your red flag
my dearest devil
and know that i stand
at your side, come hell and
high water.

It hurts not that you let me go,
although you did.
It hurts not that you sold me,
although you didn't even bid.

I don't mind that you love another,
although with every kiss I know.
I don't mind the lies you tell,
although every day they grow.

It hurts not that you hurt me,
although with every word you do.
All that hurts is that I love you
and that you don't love me too.

Lonely wrath flows undaunted.
Solitude grows intentions, haunted.
Warped by wayward wanting.
Cruelty sharpens savage impulse,
A call forever taunting.
Twisting, hardly resisting action,
Dark fantasies consume factions,
Of a psyche ripped in fractions.