sword of fate, sin and shame reject my love accept my pain
a feld of bodies a flower a less grove where widows morn and suffer alone,
a shallow vally where people crawl, creatures snap and beasts call lest like the dead they rise again a sorry excuse for real men
this i give of my free will gifts of three for foolish thrills pain, death, sorrow from me
as i will so mote it be
come
rise from thy slumber take me this simmering summer grant me strangth speed and gall
i shall stand on mountain tops
and look down on all, least grant me that take all from me
as i will so mote it be
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC
sword of fate, sin and shame reject my love accept my pain
a feld of bodies a flower a less grove where widows morn and suffer alone,
a shallow vally where people crawl, creatures snap and beasts call lest like the dead they rise again a sorry excuse for real men
this i give of my free will gifts of three for foolish thrills pain, death, sorrow from me
as i will so mote it be
come
rise from thy slumber take me this simmering summer grant me strangth speed and gall
i shall stand on mountain tops
and look down on all, least grant me that take all from me
as i will so mote it be
