I, The Mournful
A Wake in Providence, D'Andre Tyre
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She's gone forever
Through the infinite abyss, no longer together
But I will continue her work
In the void I will seek
A Mournful Benediction from the apparition
Sacred words, I will speak
Text tell of contrition, bedeviled contradiction
Wielder of torment, I detest what you have become
Once great bringer of the psalm, The Emboldened One
By the flame, I prayed to Raum
To my dismay the crow will not spะตak... to Me!
Abandoning the oath of the black ink that's ะตtched in skin
(I bled for you, Beleth, paid in sin and dreams)
I bled for you, prayed to the monarchy for the truth
False gods, a pitiful trinity, with no claim to divinity
All you did was lie to me
Why did I believe in you?
Kings of nothing
(False gods, and kings of nothing)
How could I be so mad?
Drunk with grief, insanity, willing to do anything
I've built your monuments sacrificed the blood
That consecrates those grounds (Those grounds)
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I've become a pitiless servant
Broken, manipulated by the morbid
Hollow in my mind, when my hands touch the fog
Vengeance on my tongue
Spewing venom from the sinner's psalm
Talk to me again, my darling, apparition in the fog
I fell for it
What a fucking fool!
The lies are so clear
Lighting candles, cultist rituals
Procuring bodies to begin stitching the infernal being together
As it lays light as a feather, stiff as a board
Lured by unearthly oath held by false gods, lies
There won't be rest or peace
Bullshit, gathered at the altar of these fucking bastards
I've become a pitiless servant, broken, manipulated by the morbid
Hollow in my mind when my hands touch the fog
Vengeance on my tongue, spewing venom from the sinner's psalm
Talk to me again, my darling, mournful apparition
Black Magic, The Red Sabbath inhabits, to become Decay
The Zealot
Break me, bend me, no more!
I, the Mournful, bring death right to the feet of a god
Saturn, Jupiter, Satan, no matter thy name!
I shall rain my vengeance upon the legions of Hell, Heaven, or Earth!
I'll ring the bell, let decay its knell
Willingly, I'll breathe in the sulfuric haze
To resurrect my darling
Just grant me the sense to hear through the sheets of cold
Recompense, with the end, I can't tear myself away from the fog
Catatonic, existing near death
I live close to decay
I live close to decay
I Write To You, My Darling Decay