Stark ipseity
Trance tranquilty
Oxidized reality
Fear what's inside of he
Hardened, weathered wear
Reinforced steel layer
An unrecieved prayer
From this dweller of a lost lair
Killing none with his righteous ammunition
A dark dancer omitted his foreign recognition
Of which I received in a dim rumination
He felled so foul, triggered the end
A sterile head rolled off to a shallow ditch
Gone are the days of the Baphomets
An order of the forgotten rebel
Who lost their way to that downed castle
Where it's said the bell tolled one last somber knell
This tale is old and long forgotten,
Scribed on tomes molded and rotten
The story holds nothing now but a ghastly haunting
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 7:13 PM UTC
Stark ipseity
Trance tranquilty
Oxidized reality
Fear what's inside of he
Hardened, weathered wear
Reinforced steel layer
An unrecieved prayer
From this dweller of a lost lair
Killing none with his righteous ammunition
A dark dancer omitted his foreign recognition
Of which I received in a dim rumination
He felled so foul, triggered the end
A sterile head rolled off to a shallow ditch
Gone are the days of the Baphomets
An order of the forgotten rebel
Who lost their way to that downed castle
Where it's said the bell tolled one last somber knell
This tale is old and long forgotten,
Scribed on tomes molded and rotten
The story holds nothing now but a ghastly haunting
