As The Dusk Falls The light is slowly fadingAs the evening turns to dusk.The horizon embraces the sunWith the evening primrose musk.In my heart the darkness rises,As the day is slowly ending;A tormented soul locked in my roomWith quill. It's love I'm sending. Delicately place each letterFirmly set upon the page.Seal it gently with a kiss,As my love takes centre stage.In mymind (that boundless player,Dancing now beneath the stars)Casts aside my tortured soulTo that prison without bars -My heart (the solemn drummerThat floods my veins with claret red).I wipe the blood now from my cheek,My spirit topples dead. I sup
Wish You Were DeadA Holiday of extremity,No relaxtation,Torture for two.Oh won't you send a postcard?Wish you were dead.I'm writing now from Russia,Vodka flooded,Drunk and high,Yet not so numb to painless.Wish you were dead.A cruise across the river Styx,Into damnation,No absolution.View over the lake of souls,Wish you were dead.Mt. Olympus holds no grandure,Do I care?Sick of this.Holiness means nothing, "Fuck-face! We're on!"Wish you were dead.Another postcard from me,The poisonhearted.No remorse.What the fuck is wrong with me?Wish you were dead.
Sanity's GraceFallen from Heaven,Landed on your face.Buried and broken,Forsaken by grace!Tortured by Angels,And driven to Hell;Breeding a nationThose dark lands to dwell. Saved by Sanity's Grace!Holding you head highAbove all the rest.Long lost to laughter,Unable to jest.The weight of the world,Hangs upon your back, CLinging precariously,Mirrors have cracked. Saved by Sanity's Grace!This is our war!This is our fight!No remorse!Fight for our rights!A viral infectionThat cannot be cured.Prejudial torture,That we must endure.Born with a free mind,Yet forbidden to think.Think for yourself now!
Fallen AngelIn the beginning;Together we stood tall.And with us, your six lieutenants,Marched forth and conquered all.An army of the shadows,We blotted out the sun;Protection from it's burning rays,Our dark reign had begun!(Now look at me!)The Fallen Angel!The old thirst gone!Reaver of Souls!I am the Fallen One!And with time we developpedNew dark gifts to work our ways.You'd mutate, we'd follow,'Til I abused my place.(Now look at me!)The Fallen Angel!The old thirst gone!Reaver of Souls!I am the Fallen One!My gift was wings, before you.Blasphemous - punished thus;My blessed wings were broken,I was thrown t
Pretty stupid, Ben.
SYNTHESIS IN TWO DAYS!!! ARGH!!!
...er...bye?
~Vampy