I am one -- yet no one,
give into the torments,,
give into the laments,,
I am the soul gone insane,,
come into the salvation
salvation within the dark,,
I am one -- yet I am no one,,
now -- we see our own death
looking before the eyes,,
fate awaits our graves,,
from the day we've been born,,
knowing that day by day,
in the days of when we decay,,
when structures begin to rust,
in the days when we become,
in the days of when we are clay,,
in the days of when we are dust,,
within the smoke and eclipse,
nightmares in the thoughts,,
dead while yet much alive,
sleep two thousand years,,,
we are one -- we are no one,
no one who begins to live,,
only in the bleeding we give,,,
when angels cry their blood,,
only then we begin -- crucified,,
impaled by our thoughts -- slaved,
lead into salvations -- enslaved,,
when we are clay and dust,,
grinding death upon our bones,
washing away in the waters flood,,
by salvation called on the dark,,
when we call upon the dark,,,
what one hears, blood flow,
what one sees -- flesh turning,
flesh and melting slowly
slowly down into clay and dust
from in the night what we know,,
the questions in the horror done,
after the thousands into clay and dust,,
another years of funerals into the winters,,
the glowing from the flames growing,,
the heat and flesh charred growing,,
dying -- this is my suffication,
horror -- flames melting my flesh,,
decay -- blackness of hell around me,,,
burning -- salvation comes in the dark,,
when we all call on the nocturnal,,
in what one hears -- napalm fires,,
what one sees -- in the growing plague,,
famine -- we shall die forevermore,,
savagely in the genocidal rapes,,
when our words are being spied,,
when in the eyes of those waiting to die,
when we become clay and dust,,
running from the rising flames,
and the tumbling remains from the sky,,
the growing stench and silent screams,,
are what inhabit the sleeping dreams,,
the devil laughs and flaps his wings,,
it is said and heard when the Gods weep,,
becoming from the living into clay,,
becoming from the dead into dust,,
from in the flames steel turns into rust,,
apocalyptic horrors real before my eyes,,
raining ashes and blood, dust and clay,,
raining clay and dust, plagues becoming,,,
melting flesh -- flowing blood, clay and dust,,
full blood moon -- raising brighter in black,,
under the full eclipse of the waning moon,,
Godless horror comes before the eyes,,
salvation prayers spoken but never answered,,
I -- one who sees it all, in the ashes and clay,,
in the growing plagues of blood, clay and dust,,
melting fires from rust, concrete and steel tombs,,
II. Ashes and Blood Flow
when we allow all the blood flow,,
the question without the reason,,
discovering now we are out of season,,
among the grey snow, as fires glow,,,
blackened among our nightmares,,
do we hear the words of our lies,,
when the devil is in our minds,,,,
death comes with our withered souls,,
when it would be in our fear, we know,
after the horror and death takes control,,
after we allow all the blood flow,,,
when it comes among the snow and ashes,,
among our life as it fades from control,,
where death remains, the fires begin to grow,,
as humans become clay again, winds colder,,
as it came, the path to the other side is seen,,
death in the end is only the beginning,,
take the tour of hell my friend -- here it is
where it had appeared with the dying earth,,,
iced beyond our remains -- future's demise,,
nightmares in the mirror looking back,,,
from the ashes and the blood flow,,,
taking again from the growing colder,,,
darker revelations of nuclear remains,,,,,,,,,,
blood flowing and the decaying fears,,
immortality withered beyond our years,,,,
withered and dying -- our slow decay,,,
when we will never see the light again,,,
turning away when we are among demise,,
miles of decay, walking within our torments,,,
over time it is written -- our tormenting horrors
is what is forever seen, never in our horrid souls,,,
miles among the walking in the ashes and blood flow,,,
morbid shapes of death within black and fires glowing,,,
waiting for burials -- in our future's demise,,,,
when in time would say after it is spoken,
when the nightmares reflect the tell tale crime,,,,,
torment of the words as they are in the mind,,,
where in the faith they are taught to be among the blind,,,
III. Untold Omen
dying tomorrows, lost my sorrow,,
of what hope is sinking forever,,
of what everything of the former
as it begins to pass away
where it is written of the no more,,,
our minds of what is left for tomorrow,,
where it is in our thoughts gone astray,,
after everything which is left of the lost
as our minds and souls had been pawned,,,
after the death of kings and queens,,
where it goes and slowly decay away,,,
no more sense of the dreams of all,,,
where our truth turned into the lie,,
after in the gospel of death had been told,,
as it comes in the descent of the cold,,
dying tomorrows in times of the change,,
in the dreams of change where it begins to die,,
of the sleep reflecting a newborn world,,
of the thoughts wandering again out of range,,,
where our dreams twisting our wings,,
as it is where the whippoorwill sings,,
among the walk among the children of wrath,,
in the genesis of royal bloodbaths,,
among the death of queens and kings,,,,
in the nightmares of them walk the wrathchildren,,,
among our words of no more tomorrows,,,
as it is when tomorrow had gone out of season,,,
our curse of youth, birthing the next machine,,
of death waits in the hours of the witching,,,,
counting the unborn hands as they die by their own,,
where of our dreams as the earth turns into ice,,
as it would come from the impending dreams,,
nor we hear our mournful screams, we burn in flames,
death in the next machine, no longer to be redeemed,,
coming among the nightmares from the Gods,
traveling among the sleep within the dogs,
as it comes with the shadows fall -- where we are blind
as it comes with the death of angels, the demons sing ,
from dreams where they begin with the parting death,,,
inside as the dreams appear before the Gods,,
among the death and decay within the war among dogs,,,
reality of death among our needs, dying of kings,,
among the nightmares of the sleep, burning in hell,,,
as it comes among our blasphemous testimony
were we are devoured among the flaming seas,,,,
among the dreams as they are walking with the braindead,,
in the coma as they sleep, burning in the sea of flames,,
in the nightmares as they come with the death of queens,,,
gathering again in the sands of nightmare screams,,
where it comes with the rivers with the dead,,,
among the lost of the light in the forever sight,,,
come across the dark as the things I forever know,,,
as it comes across entrapped among sleep in ice,,,
as everything of the former comes with the cease,,
as it comes with among us within the forever dreams,,,
as I am in the fires of what is of the no more,,,
gathering of the fires left of the coming before,,,
reality of death in the failure of the God of Israel,,
coming of the war in the birth of the unreal,,,
coming from in the sense of the unspoken dreams,
as it is in the mind are the sound of the unheard screams,,,
where it comes in the eternity of the end forevermore,,,
reality of death in the failure of the nature of man,,,
after it comes in the times of questioning when,,
after it comes in the mind of the eyes staring,,
when they staring into the souls falling away,,
seeing of when it comes as the failure of God,,,
among the wandering dreams as the war of dogs,,,,
we know the minds as it lays of the after forever,,,
into the seas as we walk into the eyes of the never,,,,
in the minds of those wandering and dreaming,,,
dreaming of the years where they were free,,,
knowing the truth had came with their demise,,
of the words becoming blind inside their lies,,,,
where we walk with the undescribible
reading among the pages between the lines,,
as among the pages of an unwritten bible,,,,
coming in the second dreams of sleeping Gods,,
where it comes within the warring of dogs,,,,
as it is witness bared, of the dying angels,,,
where the insects are born of the mind, immortal,,,,
without my dreams of the unwritten plagues,,,
where it comes among the eyes of the too late,,,,
where this come when no one sees them,,,
in the revelations of the end, dreams among Gods,,
as it is in the eyes of the unwritten omens,,,,
divisions between the dying and the dead,,,
of the dreams between angels and man, no one sees,,,
as no one sees after devils and angels flap their wings,,,
demise of kings, dreams from sleeping queens,,,
among the lies of a brave unseen world,,,
where it stands among the hybrid children,,
as the dreams project of the untold omen,,,,
where it stands among the eyes troubled youth,,,
as it comes -- time will come, where they shall find the truth,,,
as it is from the nightmares of the new machine,,
mournful screams -- haunted dreams,,
I try to find the truth of it all,,
as it comes, knowing all, as it would take the fall,,,
sometimes as it comes to the thought of wonder,,
as it comes from the dreams and flowing thunder,,,,
as our times of questionable lies, we rationalize,,
of the things we come to death we never understand,,,
as it comes with the seas of blood creeping up to land,,,
coming from where it lays in the question,,,
as it comes as one lays in passing -- son going before father,
where it comes in the sleep of dreams -- daughter going before mother,,,
among the words of understanding, in the mournful dreams,,
as it stands among the belief of destiny and fate,,,
of truth in dreams as it is another tormented fantasy,,,
coming in form of an unseen plague and disease,,
as it comes within the dying tomorrows, fading of sorrows,,,
mourning from the screams, death of the kings,
crying from the falling years, nightmares shared by queens,,,
of what comes while the marching of the wrathchildren,,,,
when it is seen among the shadows left in the path,,
among the fields of bloodbath, witnessing of the wrathchildren,
where it is said and spoken among the things that are deemed,,
IV. Seasons of Rust
as it comes where I walk alone,
among the fields of blood
inside as it's rubble and stone,,
within the dark dreams as we cope,,
as all abandoned hope as it is here,,
no longer as they are here,,
as they incinerated among split seconds,,
as their death came fast, without pain,,
waiting for the questions as they come,,
weeping to understand to find the reasons why,,,
old nightmares reappear again to some,,,
as the memories of suffication so vivid,,,
where for the hours crushing -- night is forever,,,
as it comes in the seasons of rust,,,,
as dreams remain from Clay and Dust,,,
Black September as it is remembered,,,
as it comes to the end of the forever,,,
death becomes gathered in tragedy,,,
fires rise again as demons laughing
again as when the angels cry,
after the hours left behind when so many died,,,,
where they are watching from the heavens,,,
as it comes before the hours in Black September,,,
even as it stands among unwritten dreams,,
no one could hear their silent screams,,,
messages from the sky, fright before they die,,,
as it stands among nightmares and waking horror,,
where it comes in destiny, where it comes in tragedy,,,
in the day where it is come to calm,,,
where no one sees as the birth of from the wicked,,,,
as when it is said where something wicked comes,,,
where they say so many must die,,
in the lies as they are told,,,
for religion their soul was sold,,,
as it comes within eternal lies,,,
becoming when no one sees it birthing,,,,
nightmares walking when it comes,,,,,
among the ashes and flowing blood,,,
while it stands among the eternal lies,,,
where in the days of the calendar,,
death where it becomes, as for faith,,
in their eyes is God's will they pawned their soul,,,
where the figure in black comes in seasons of rust,,
as the remains are left within clay and dust,,,
coming among the pages as they are penned,,
upon nightmares from the ashes and rust,,,
becoming the natures reflection of the end,,,
prophecies of war and myths of wars,,,,
upon the horrors standing before them,,,
as images which reflect the nuclear winter,,,,
it becomes the fires of hell on earth,,,,
even from the dreams after 1000 years,,,
as it is written inside ones darkest fears,,,,
where it comes from the loss of peace,,,
the falling of the towers from the north and south,,,
and the fires coming from the house of five,,,
nightmares from the sand of ashes,,
that comes in fires across the land,,,
not even when in the times of Christ
that he wasn't able to see when
in the birth of the nightmares come,,,,
as the panorama of a 21st century holacaust,,,
before me of the horrors which stand,,
as the panorama of the wicked as it comes,,,,
from in the blood soaked ashes appear as sand,,
premature burials and haunting prophecies,,
walk with a whore riding the ash laden sky,,,
as in the seasons as death may die,,,,
gath'ring among the ashes and dust,,
once was people who were once alive,,,
as in the nightmares within the clay and dust,,,,
fires -- were we have no more control,,,
time -- as it ticks slowly down into night,,,
horrors -- as they cannot be defined,,,
what comes in the passing away of 2800 lives or more,,,
questions who had asked but never asked before,,,
the very thing as it blackens history,,,,,
where in death and life we are no longer free,,,
as it comes among death and life as it remains,,,
the human question tormenting inside dreams,,,
V. Stygian Skies
do we see inside our own demise
gathering in the travels to stygian
can we see among the damned,,
hear our words among the lies,,,,
in the gathering stygian seasons,,,
seasons in the tears left unsound,,,
among the fires of war, hounds houl,,
as it comes with the sounds of reason,,
death of reason without a sound,,,,
prayers of salvation to the empty skies,,,
reminders as they remain, Black September
no longer in the shadows eye, the reminders
as the dreams inside travel to stygian,,,
now as the sounds of the silent screams,,,
grey ash of a winter in the dying days,,,,
do we see -- among our fires -- stygian,,
reminders as they remain, Black September,,
now we see in the ash of the Stygian skies,,
to our ends -- travelling in our nightmare dreams,,
darkness comes -- among the Stygian skies,,,,
as it all remains -- the seasons as they gather,
before the reminders of Black September,,,
as it remains we look to the Stygian skies,,,
hell in rebirth -- death to the being of life,,,,,
raping all that lives -- molesting all that dies,,,
praying for revival among the Stygian skies,,,
of our dreams as they become clay and dust,,,
now we see as we become with our soul in ashes,,,
gathering among the fires in the Stygian skies,,,
demise -- as it is in the forevermore,
sleep among the horrors as they forever remain
that comes within the prayers for the deceased,,
that from the lives that were claimed in the Stygian skies,,,
from these sights -- these abominational revelations,,,
as of which it comes without the explainable reason,,,
that comes waiting within the demise of the seasons,,,
as it comes from the observations of the Stygian skies,,,
memory of our seasons, in Black September,,,
of the remains that we remember, in the ashes and dust
gathering among the skies among the fires, Stygian skies,,,
gathering of the sanity of mind, in the being of clay and dust,,,
as it comes being in the same, darkness in the skies,,
as the reasons come among the seasons of their demise,,,
from here and remains of no tomorrows, death of yesterdays,
demise as they prayed for -- demise they recievedd,,
their life they beg for and that they are forever denied,,,
pleads and cries that their life is denied -- existance,,,
as it comes for in prayers to the eyes -- eternal lies,,,,
seasons remain -- of my mind -- calls my name,,,
darkness above -- in the ashes of the Stygian skies,,,
the horrors as they are in the fires burning in the clay and dust,,,
as it remains the memories of the day of Black September,,,
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