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Sunday, July 24, 2011

Dead Man's Book of Journey part VI : I See My Bride in You

A moment in a silent night

I walked the path human pray their children not to fall into

Hands covered with blood

With some stranger's scent on my trail


I snatched thousands of life barehanded

I offered the best drops to the goddess

I keep the demon's pride upon this barren earth

What else to tell, all keys to the gates of hell


Just for now, it's different

I have got no heart

But why did my chest feel the beat?

That was the second I look into her eyes

My flesh and bones has refined by hellfire

But why did I feel the pain?

That was the moment I touched her

I have wiped all signs of emotion away of me

Why still I spare her life?


She's just some stranger

And I let her go

She's just a mere bitch

Yet I feel sorry before I even unleash her scream


Out to the real world

We all swim within the ocean of possibilities

I have nothing but an answer

For questions the night have brought to me


It must be her

The one and the only

My dear first and my dear last

Has finally hear my whispers

Out of the ashes she reborns

Out of the blood I spilled she awakens

Out of the souls I ripped she comes alive


My dear bride, queen of all damned

I finally feel your presence is in thirst

I see what those wicked eyes are longing for

A fountain of virgin's tears

I hear what those sweet lips whisper back at me

Let us unite one more time, my love


Raise your hands by the sundown

I will take you to sail through the night

I will hold your hands and dance with you

We'd spread our yearning madness throughout the world

We'd call forth the dead stars to shower our dark skies

We'd spill more blood than which ever written in the book of wars

We'd mow these tasty fools clean

We'd harvest their lust and dye the earth red over black

So that I will have you in my arms again

Just hold me tight, I'm setting you free with her wasted youth

(chuckles...)


(inspired by : Forsaken - Dream Theater)

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