FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 11, 2009
The stars shine darkly, the heavens weep,
They who were once kings have fallen.
The blood of ages has begun to seep,
Through the fabric of time unforgotten.
Forgive, perhaps but forgotten never,
Regret always, but undo? Forget!
For now, always and forever,
That which you began shall beget.
The little things give you away,
Those windows of your soul;
Have lost their ability to sway,
Your true lies are now whole.
Perhaps you believe in fate,
Or is it He you call Father of All?
The Day of Judgement cannot wait,
You who once flew shall fall.
The gates of Hell are waiting,
Your hearts’ direction has found;
The way to your doom awaiting,
They swing open without a sound.
The sun has ceased to shine,
The river no more shall run;
Vengeance may never be ours,
But be sure it will come.
They who were once kings have fallen.
The blood of ages has begun to seep,
Through the fabric of time unforgotten.
Forgive, perhaps but forgotten never,
Regret always, but undo? Forget!
For now, always and forever,
That which you began shall beget.
The little things give you away,
Those windows of your soul;
Have lost their ability to sway,
Your true lies are now whole.
Perhaps you believe in fate,
Or is it He you call Father of All?
The Day of Judgement cannot wait,
You who once flew shall fall.
The gates of Hell are waiting,
Your hearts’ direction has found;
The way to your doom awaiting,
They swing open without a sound.
The sun has ceased to shine,
The river no more shall run;
Vengeance may never be ours,
But be sure it will come.