Throne of Thorns

by Lody   May 13, 2006


As I was born from pain,
You were my pride,
As my eyes glitter,
I am coming slither,
For now and eternal,
Welcome to my throne of thorns,

Atheism is my faith,
But Satan's my glory,
My spirits, doe ye not tell,
The way behind thee,
Slowly you close your eyes,
Just trying to shut out the pain,
As I penetrate you,
With your own wood,

Blood I shed deep into the night,
Pleasure of the drink of the haunted flesh,
Sunrise I cannot stand,
Love in it's pure form then will be at hand,
Dirges of Tomorrow,
Demises of wandering sorrow,
Damnation, doom and loneliness,
All spawned out of torment,

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