tearing back of the skin bleeding hatred knife turning in dead souls screaming the dead man dreaming hatred no reason this is my killing season
no tear drops fall to the ground screams echo through the valley around mans immortal enemy I have become covered in blood feeling so numb
puss fills behind the dead skin rusty metal so cold cutting in living my life to watch you die bleeding hatred no more lies hatred no reason this is my killing season
lingering stench of burning flesh tortured souls begging for death look up to the sky and take your last breath rusty cold axe buried deep in your chest
tearing the skin snapping the bones remains crumble to dust, blood covered stone hating the reason the day you were born this is my killing season death I have sworn
In the bowels of pain, where angels have cried Where the howling of demons harmoniously chide And pleas of forgiveness, forever denied For torturous memories, one has to abide
This is the dreamscape... A dowry of sin This is the prison where nightmares begin
In this cavernous Hell, created in mind Where the angels lie hopeless, abused and maligned Their prayers unanswered, forever entwined In maddening echoes of things far behind
This is the shadow... Cast endless and cold This is the darkness where nightmares unfold
In this feverish void, where angels are slain Where the torments rip through a subliminal domain And demons meander, forever insane With thunderous whispers so loud and profane
This is the anger... That boils inside This is the fury where nightmares collided
Sometimes I wonder how many times destiny can be changed by the intervention af a kind and knowing soul!
This tells us of such a time, I hope you enjoy!
Visions
Baby swaddled in soft doe-skin... Begins this seasons' cycle again. Wise grandmother, a woman of knowlege... Time holds no power she doesnt acknowlege.
Fire eats birch-bark, glowing yellow... Feeds on oak-wood, strong and mellow. Her old eyes water with the knowing... Of what time brings.... To this little one's growing.
From wrinkled gourds tied at her side... She pours rare powder contained inside... Rock circle endures, the smoke proclaims... Powerful incantations, inhibit time again.
Shadows caper, arcane majik writhes... Wafting smoke where infant lies... She purifies this little one... Protects her from the nameless one.
Star-souls strewn 'cross midnight skyes... Watch ancient rites performed this night... Watch as time, stops owls...mid-flight... Watch grandmother, as she cries... Tonight
Coyote screams his sad lament... While others rest, their passions spent... This woman knows what the old words meant... Seeking balance to.... Life's cruel torment.
Infant soul, her time short on earth... Some future time...will grant re-birth.
