Black Symphony #1

Movement 1:

The Swarm

Of the Fall of the Drones

Order of the Red

Our Father's Plight

Movement 2:

Creacide

The Slaughtered Horde

A Simple Masquerade

Of the Weaklings and the New Disease (The Creation of Citadel)

Movement 3:

Dawning

The Dark Order

Flight

MOVEMENT 1

OF THE FALL OF THE DRONES

You god damned fucking human shits

you've sold your souls

to the last one who you should have ever seen

The time has arrived for an all out desecration of flesh

Behold, mankind has fell

Your seering flesh is the stench of 1000 days burning in the plains and the fields

What manner of insane rule condemns the whole of drones to such a malicious fate

the burning of the 48 has come about by the seduction of the proud with power and false amnesty

For drones they are, and they've sold you out to the shadow

for sheep you are with little purpose other then

Perpetuation, and food, and the souls to light the black lights

within the iron walls of the city within DIS

Your god is absent because you created a lie you stupid motherfuckers!

AND I SEE THE GREATEST DECIET OF ALL

I see you, you diseased souls

No humor do I find in the killing of life and this world as only I know

ORDER OF THE RED

The time is beckoning for the order of the battle angels

to emerge from the unknown and reap the pain of war

For there are numbered only in these last days

a number of 131

11 12s with the highest making the 12th led by the one

We will emerge slowly as not to draw unwanted attention

yet the sound of warcry will spell fear on the lips the the horde called black

"Thus marks the twilight of the living flesh"

God is not who you think he is

for perfect is he with such a plan

an eighth order concealed

the angelic mortal colored red

OUR FATHER'S PLIGHT

Oh the reverie

of days of old cast away

by the shadow on that day

of anno domino the age that now ends

for if they had sight to see

and knew the sound of anarchy

they would have known absolute

that the world had been broken, for all of a year

The river's edge

this river that divides now multiplies

the monuments of man

now become vessels for pestilence

MOVEMENT 2

CREACIDE

It was a cold bitter wind

and it blew and it blew

it blew through the trees

and the wilted world too

It blew through the ashes

where the dead were sleeping

It blew through peepholes

where dead eyes weren't peeping

it blew thorugh the world: desolate and numbed

it blew through the rifts where the rapture was summoned

And the cold wind crept though this earth of tomorrow

of raveged red skies soaked with the blood of sorrows

Time is the dealer of empty deeds

death is the creator of forgotten dreams to appease

Dreams don't exist in the eyes of the dead

For that this world will end does exist as part of time

From the river comes the flood

as created in seven days to god, shall be erased come the eighth

and the fools who place their bets on the 2nd coming

will surely be sorely disappointed

the ones to save them are here

the bretheren of all things blackened now colored red

For all things shall end

and only a cold wind will blow...

Through the ashes of our brothers and fathers and sisters and mothers

and whole of projeny

none shall be spared by the wrath of the black

fed by furious envy

Lies cannot spill from the mouths of the dead

for this time of dread is but a moment from today

And by the power of Creacide

all that was given is taken away

The fault of man is man

not by Adam, but by man's own arrogance

to create that which is not real

the damnation pain has a point of true blame

THE SLAUGHTERED HORDE

The fields where the dead would lay

Around St. Louis and Albany

Is where the 131 shall banish and end the 565

The gifts are ours

we use them as we please

for they were granted to us

to end the existance of the shadow...

"The mark of beast sets apart the followers of shadow,

and gives the red a target for no mistakes to be made"

Those who declare red to be foe become foe

and with that foolish act are submit to godright

The black are fools

who throw the empty weight

of shadow upon the soil of our given realm

A SIMPLE MASQUERADE

For the black though 1 of 3 outnumber by design

the order of the red is prime

for the end is ours to be had

And though ravenous, we shall stand firm in the face of darkness

and though unnatural, so are we the creation of unnorm

We are the true sheppards of the flock

we armed with sword, are the bringers of omega to the fallen

So bring all your baggage to war

and leave expectations at the door

for although this may spell demise

this is the most important moment of life

For nothing can be gained

without sacrifice... of you lame

(The whole of humanity is spent on foolish endeviours

the waste of flesh is the pride of the black

The energies of the wise are in knowing

that the war is out of their hands)

Arcane by design

Behold the ones in improper align

For the names of the faceless will never be known

the charade becomes the ending for those

OF THE WEAKLINGS AND THE NEW DISEASE

(The creation of Citadel)

OH!!!

Your fates are made by you and played out by you

Of the worthless and miserable

Your strength is a laughable trait and is the fault of your causes

(The reason for loss is the iniquity, the blame on the lower castes)

They rise

they yearn

they drown

they burn

They who are of the fake strength

are the casualty of false premise and unkept deeds

"welcome to citadel"

And burn they do, and turn to ash

as that is the whole of what they are

The foolish thought to be strong

are only the lies given by the mothers

For when the flesh is exposed to the new disease

there will be none left in it's wake

And all to be left is the knowledge of seers

blinded by the new age of reason

Passed on for all time within Citadel!

The end of the age of aquarius

Is the beginning of the Era Citadel

The last ones left imprint the castle

And instore the keys to blackened gates forever opened

We are the shepherds!

We are the winged red!

We are the mighty!

We the number 131

It is a stretch to dystopia

but in reality it is the only option known to be

the future in grand design

the experiment complete

the creational war at it's end

The gifts are ours

we use them as we please

for they were granted to us

to end the existance of the shadow

and bring upon the new age

for the whole of man has fell

THUS ENDS MOVEMENT 2

Dusking...

This is the end of our age

of the war betweem the red and black

there is nothing left now except citadel

oh god, I am so sorry

but if you are true

and if you are real

I will find you

and we will fly

in the fields where you began...

And time will show all things

And we will find truth

for it must be known

to complete the dance eternal