Razorwire

The Skies thunder by the Seraphic war

The Chaos bred the illusion, world as ordered delusion

As I hunt down my kin

Arch-angels bereft of sin

I was doomed to fall like leaves

Dead, on Autumnal breeze

Decenturies freeze

Time in my eyes cease

Like picture long dead

Cold passion lost in a marital bed

The smoke of the world burning

The scent of corpse piles smoldering

Is all that is left

Amidst the ruins where our love eternal was wed

The evil and mourn accomplish the 7th day

I lost her from my sight

Too focused for the kill

Like Romeo with a gun pointed to his lovers heart

Awake still my heart it slumbered

Yet the cruel morning came with her tears like a death-stain

I fed the flames, conflagration begins

My words echoed in sirens of the Blitzkrieg

And fathered thousand promises undone

Ended up feeding the Lord of the Flies

And never were my lips too far

From the blessed cheek of Christ

I made sure there was chance for change

But the greed made sure faith did not prevail

With necromantic old-school blood-lust passion

I hailed the night and waged inverted crusade

Believers I mislead down the road of desperation

While the most mislead in the game of Fates was I

But still beside, holding banner high

Pacing like coming storm was my pride

Teach them like kiss of Fire

That scared the heart like tattoo

Too horrific to remove

The pain it hides

Be the divine knife

That cut the sight of these eyes

Too many a times

Turned inside

The moonlit paths I pace with thee

Among the dead shepherds sheep

Our dance shall be the last ceremony

The rite to soothe me, to put me in endless sleep

Destinies swirl

Flag of Misanthropy unfurl

The carnival angels no longer hide

From heaven's soon blinded sight

But to be born as one

Is to die as few

Thousand more lives depart

With each love that tears us apart

To carry heart-shaped hollow within

And lick it like razor-wire Sin

To burn the love on pyres within

I lost her in my sight

Too focused for the kill

Like Romeo with a gun pointed to his lovers heart

I never learned to swallow my rage

The pierced throat too swollen with pain

The hungry winds I hear them rise

To greet Virtue in crimson, the lust for the Vice

The ashen kingdom is unslavery's price

With kiss I close the eyes that witnessed flames heaven high

Of the pyre that burns love within

And soothe the wounds with a razor-wire kiss