Once the wrathful flowing breath
Of night on past dawn's wake
Upheld all of mankind's woes...
Their own breath couldn't take.
And swallowed then by eerie wale
Upon the red glow star,
They never knew their own secrets
Would justify my scars.
But still I walk the crescent length
Wandering along the pier,
Staring up at moonlight sky
Hoping my death appear.
But still I stand; a lonesome form
Cold as dry ice touch
My heart resteth not in peace
No longer does it hurt much.
Soon I feel a ripple in
The dark in which I'm standing
I turn to see my goddess come
Her countenance demanding.
"Why stand here amongst this ash?"
My Goddess of Death inquires...
"We need you, so come with us."
My body with chill perspires.
I am not alone now, see...
I've got my ally here.
And with her stands her demon horde
To bring my enemies' tears.
So here we march along the wake
Of new age come to pass.
I stand half dark and half the light
No longer will care pass.
My Enemy, I come for you.
However long it takes.
Know from your unsteady heart
Your soul I will soon rake.
You are mine collectible,
Tis only a matter of time
Until I find the specific price
For your own death; my rhyme.
