Of Splendid Worlds
The wail of cretins cease
Enveloped by waves of shadows
As armies of locusts charge
Devouring our hell
Fateful days lay twisted and in ruins
Morning dew, a dying soul
As flowers fade to black
Forget-me-nots remember well
The call of darkness brought by the lonesome wind
Fatal whispers and tears of death
Void, formless, fear-breathing
Ill fury
Will damn you
To never see the light
While the souls of martyrs mourned
As the cries of chaos plagued a dying world
We stooped down into the depths
Of a splendid world
Blinded by the haunting depths
Hand in hand with sinners
Until soon all was lost
Autor(es): Elena Schirenc / Hollenthon / Martin Schirenc