As blood rained down from the sky
I swore to myself that death was prominent in this land.
They built their towers high to shield the truth from our eyes.
To keep their secrets to themselves.
When my life was set on fire,
I tied the noose around my neck,
While bastards collect life's worth.
Souls blacked out with nothing to say.
A beaten path, where roads once laid.
Forms of demons now light the way.
Coming death
has buried light.
coming death, all along i knew its right.
Shook by the ghost that had become me,
I awake, alive within in a dream.
crawled onto a home,
once built for me.
All that remained,
a portrait of fear.
Illusions of passion,
I continued on into seismic catastrophe,
we've become blind,
this vision was never a dream.
I stole my soul from home.
A liar is all ill be.
the bastard's son.
Once feeling what i fucking loved.
just like him I fled my family.
legacy.
death has buried light.
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