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- - - HELM OF DARKNESS - - -


Before the throne, roll the dice
Of weathered bone, get snake eyes
The devil's coming home tonight

A bed of thorns, sanctified
The crown of horns, deicide
Moving with the shadows tonight

I cannot wash these hands
This blood is all I have
To remember the damned
Of all I've lost
Lovers less than seraph

So, join me in the shadows
And watch what stirs below
Hold up your hands in madness
And hold the helm of darkness

Succumb to flesh, no regrets
Demon caress, parapets
Shudder 'neath your wicked laments

From kings, whores and baronets
Sacrificial bayonets
We rise above our own torments

I cannot wish away
These dry but bloody hands
A storm against the day
All I have left
Is remembrance of the damned

So, join me in the shadows
And watch what stirs below
Hold up your hands in madness
And hold the helm of darkness

Cruelty brought a boutique of nightshade
To me to haunt my door

So, join me in the shadows
And watch what stirs below
Hold up your hands in madness
And hold the helm of darkness

A bed of thorns, sanctified
The crown of horns, deicide
Moving with the shadows tonight

Before the throne, roll the dice
Of weathered bone, get snake eyes
The devil's coming home tonight


(c) 2016 Frank Green


Written by HadesRising
Published | Edited 13th Aug 2016
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