Upon this bed of petals black I lay thee down. Only true Devils dance upon hallowed ground. Sing a Hymnal of holocaust and read the words written in the gospel Black. Let them tear the light from heavens height. Let them build their hollow houses of the holy, Let the bastions rise that man must build to fill his numbered days. Let their towers rise and bring the day to fade. History becomes legend as legend becomes myth and some things that shouldnt be forgotten are lost. Let them dance the dance of the drunkard, let them play the game of thrones, to the victor goes the spoils, a crown for the true King of fools and a kingdom of sheep where the Lion rules. Put your fears to bed and fear not a monster in the silent night. The light rises, the light shines in the darkness and the dawn is coming. Fear no shadow for there is no darkness without light nor a shadow without a flame. Let them play within their garden of stones. Let them rest in that temple they have built upon trampled souls and dead mens bones. Men are the gods they worship. Tell me then do you truly believe the greatest story ever told? Is the hero simply another rolling stone? I shall whisper a secret, if you have the mind to see it? Would you have the heart to keep it? Where the light burns bright the darkness gathers round, only true Devils dance upon hallowed ground. So sing now the hymnals of holocaust, for what truth is true if it is not hated for being true. God said. Let there be Light and he saw that it was good.
Posted on: Fri, 14 Nov 2014 07:24:05 +0000
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