Surreal

Your splendor is a favor to me
Your beauty brings wounder to me

Blessed by a broken heart
brings nothing this day
but brings celestial angels to me

together now that your gone
I'm languid, tethered from moving on

with the hero's of the night
come forth so they may fight
for all virtues will die
for no reason on this night

screams of Valhalla get louder and louder
filled with plight and pride

I'll strip them from their pride
I'll invoke them to die
just for my pleasure and delight

euphoria will die
so i wont have to cry

because you left me here, to die
so ends this twisted game of surreal life