Of the Unproud and Condemned

And lo the wonder, And lo the splendour

The beast that rises is the beast that cannot see

Unwanted mystery, Unwanted passions

The long awaited tyrant named the angel death

Long has it been since our dreams called birth

yet the infintile had blossomed, become

the beauty of the darkest sent, revealing not red

behold the creature glorious profound

This one is above you all

this one is the one divine

this one is the failure of the black

to eliminate the highest: I

And what a hold death angel has on reality

the fields where the red roses lay

are the same that trained Nasuri for war

dreams of god made for man

Beckon might for power

Strength beyond that of common

To hold no weakness and yet know fear

to not let down is the lot of our kind

There is a being that transends us all

there is a purpose being that there is a one...

the one

This one is above you all

this one is the one divine

this one is the failure of the black

to eliminate the highest: I

And now two become

all that they were meant to become

the projected destiny awakens sleeping giants

with hope to be of the kind: red

The blade of Shrilarsh carries the weight of failure in the eyes of man now burnt from their heads

the truth of reality is that only one can see that what was only meant to be seen by the one

And now two become all that they were meant to become

And their hope to be

Will be humbled by me

(Jill:)

You are the sun that splits the clouds and dries the tears of mine

You are the sweet wind that carries me away and envelopes my soul

And lo the splendour, and lo the tranquility

of one last stand outside perdition

the rains came today, again