The shrill cackle of dusk set herself
Upon the waning summer heat.
Low lit purple haze on the horizon
Painted wild in the cresent Moon smile.
Bear out the harvest, sacrifice all fortune,
Be full and join the evening on the morrow.
As the Sun exhanged his twilight gaze
Darkness drew itself into the shadows
Slave away for offering, the Night is near
As Day fades, the dark blue sky is empty.
Screams, despair is upon the fools
Lambs to the slaughter until she rises.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 12:05 AM UTC
The shrill cackle of dusk set herself
Upon the waning summer heat.
Low lit purple haze on the horizon
Painted wild in the cresent Moon smile.
Bear out the harvest, sacrifice all fortune,
Be full and join the evening on the morrow.
As the Sun exhanged his twilight gaze
Darkness drew itself into the shadows
Slave away for offering, the Night is near
As Day fades, the dark blue sky is empty.
Screams, despair is upon the fools
Lambs to the slaughter until she rises.
