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- - - HYMN OF THE DAMNED - - -
Your silence lays waste
To echoing screams
Just one more time
To face haunted dreams
When the coming storm
Offers little rest
Voiceless thunder
And the ghosts that vex
The sleeping dead stir right here
Beneath these tired feet
Drag me down to sweet oblivion
Perhaps the devil saved a seat for me
Know that the threat is real
The horsemen ride fast
We are legion
And kill to the last
Cemetery winds
Blow across my face
The smell of death
Flesh burning in place
The sleeping dead stir right here
Beneath these tired feet
Drag me down to sweet oblivion
Perhaps the devil saved a seat for me
I am the servant, the serpent
Speaks to me in tongues
I am the motive, the locusts
Spread the plague
Where hymns are sung
Blackened eyes stare forth
From empty abyss
Placate the dead
With a sacred kiss
Hallowed be thy tomb
In which I slumber
Speak not my name
Except in thunder
The sleeping dead stir right here
Beneath these tired feet
Drag me down to sweet oblivion
Perhaps the devil saved a seat for me
I am the fell one, the villain
Comes on graveyard wings
I am the watchman, the condemned
Kiss of death
The devil's sting
The sleeping dead stir right here
Beneath these tired feet
Drag me down to sweet oblivion
Perhaps the devil saved a seat for me
(c) 2016 Frank Green
Published 19th Aug 2016
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19th Aug 2016 3:40am
"Hallowed be thy tomb
In which I slumber
Speak not my name
Except in thunder "
for all that is unholy this shook me to my core Darkest Lord outstanding!
love Crim
In which I slumber
Speak not my name
Except in thunder "
for all that is unholy this shook me to my core Darkest Lord outstanding!
love Crim
19th Aug 2016 4:02am
