the sound of violence
Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2019 1:38 am
hello chaos my old friend
ive come to talk with you again
because a daemon softly creeping
took my soul while i was sleeping
and the nightmare, that was planted in my brain
takes the reins
within the sound...of violence
in hellish dreams i walked alone
burning streets of dwarven stone
'neath the halo of a blood moon
i drew my weapons and screamed like a loon
when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a runic light
that split the night
and touched the sound...of violence
and in the burning light i saw
ten thousand mages, maybe more
mages casting without speaking
mages dying without falling
mages raising ghosts, with no voices to share
no one dared
disturb the sound...of violence
fools said i, you do not know
undeath like a cancer grows
hear my chaos that i might teach you
take its power that might reach you
but the chaos, like silent blood drops fell
and echoed in the wells of violence
and the people bowed and prayed
to the purple god they made
and the sign flashed out its warning
in the words that were forming
and the sign said the words of the prophets
are written on the bloody walls
and gore-soaked halls
and whispered in the sounds...of violence
ive come to talk with you again
because a daemon softly creeping
took my soul while i was sleeping
and the nightmare, that was planted in my brain
takes the reins
within the sound...of violence
in hellish dreams i walked alone
burning streets of dwarven stone
'neath the halo of a blood moon
i drew my weapons and screamed like a loon
when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a runic light
that split the night
and touched the sound...of violence
and in the burning light i saw
ten thousand mages, maybe more
mages casting without speaking
mages dying without falling
mages raising ghosts, with no voices to share
no one dared
disturb the sound...of violence
fools said i, you do not know
undeath like a cancer grows
hear my chaos that i might teach you
take its power that might reach you
but the chaos, like silent blood drops fell
and echoed in the wells of violence
and the people bowed and prayed
to the purple god they made
and the sign flashed out its warning
in the words that were forming
and the sign said the words of the prophets
are written on the bloody walls
and gore-soaked halls
and whispered in the sounds...of violence
