O, Lord Death
Whose skeletal wings unfurl towards the void
Protecting the balance of existence
The universal dichotomy
O, Wise Reaper
Who does not discriminate nor distinguish
And with unwavering certainty
Decides the fate of all
O, Dark Master
Whose hallowed name is the purest form of music
And surely the most haunting
Resonating in my dreams
O, Fallen King
Whose touch unbinds me from man's ignorance
If only they could understand
Your gift is that of freedom
O, Soul Shepherd
Your paradise was not lost but merely misplaced
Yet fear not, wayfaring lord
For I have discovered its truth
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
O, Lord Death
Whose skeletal wings unfurl towards the void
Protecting the balance of existence
The universal dichotomy
O, Wise Reaper
Who does not discriminate nor distinguish
And with unwavering certainty
Decides the fate of all
O, Dark Master
Whose hallowed name is the purest form of music
And surely the most haunting
Resonating in my dreams
O, Fallen King
Whose touch unbinds me from man's ignorance
If only they could understand
Your gift is that of freedom
O, Soul Shepherd
Your paradise was not lost but merely misplaced
Yet fear not, wayfaring lord
For I have discovered its truth
