End of Time

by Eden   May 3, 2005


Sit so tight against the wall.
Watch the scene unfold; they fall.
Till the darkness hear my call,
On my flesh my demons maul.
Sear the begging memory; sin.
This old battle fortold to win
Beg for rewards in shadow\\\'s spin
Answers will not come from men.
Come on forth; it\'s time to play
Let us fight in the sun\'s dying ray.
Till the light fades from the day
I\'ll touch you; blood you will pay.
Steal the darkened pure birthright
Of the child\'s demonic sight
Seal the virgin\'s right of night
And kill the beggar\'s plight.
Darkness comes, the light must go.
What you reap is what you sow.
I know more than what you know
From me, you must lay low.
Hear my memories; they speak
Of the blessed garden to seek.
Still mankind and humanity reeks
To see the dawn of evil\'s peak.
Plead no more to see the dead
Lolling around; a decapitated head.
Hear no more things that are said
And be no more the things mislead.
Plagues fortold shall fall so soon
They will come on reddened moon.
Afterwards will follow gloom
And you will marry this bloodied groom.
See? You are afraid this night...
Once again, you see I am right.
Against the wall you see my might
I\'m read for this fight.

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