Standing on the paraapet's wall pullling
At the sky
Arms stretched to the limit .reaching in vain
The keeper seems to pray for rain but the fervent prayer
He envokes. Pulling down the stars and soon to come
Skyfall.
Nightime comes on velvet wings
Summoning the other things.
That haunt our dreams
They shun the suns carress.
Deep within the castle's keep
Things that do not sleep huddle and moan
Hell's
'torment.
Gnawing at their *****
They and all clasp.fleshless palms tight
And lament through each night
To pull the chains begin the rain
Bring about
Skyfall.
Battlements worn and washed in crimson
Centuries old spirits now scream out
From wordless mouth.
Desires unheard..no words can bring about
Skyfall.
From steeple to walk-walk
To rancid mote.
To ironed gape.
To dungeon deep.
Where death was sleep.
North and south within the keep.
Spirits weep.
They cry out for
S
K
Y
F
A
L
L
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 12:42 PM UTC
Standing on the paraapet's wall pullling
At the sky
Arms stretched to the limit .reaching in vain
The keeper seems to pray for rain but the fervent prayer
He envokes. Pulling down the stars and soon to come
Skyfall.
Nightime comes on velvet wings
Summoning the other things.
That haunt our dreams
They shun the suns carress.
Deep within the castle's keep
Things that do not sleep huddle and moan
Hell's
'torment.
Gnawing at their *****
They and all clasp.fleshless palms tight
And lament through each night
To pull the chains begin the rain
Bring about
Skyfall.
Battlements worn and washed in crimson
Centuries old spirits now scream out
From wordless mouth.
Desires unheard..no words can bring about
Skyfall.
From steeple to walk-walk
To rancid mote.
To ironed gape.
To dungeon deep.
Where death was sleep.
North and south within the keep.
Spirits weep.
They cry out for
S
K
Y
F
A
L
L
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