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BLACKHEART CEMETERY
Born from two thousand years of oppression
I have thrived for so long ‘neath possession
Guilty of the transgression
From the shadows from whence I dwell
In Hell
Designed to punish me for my ascension
From seraphim to eidolons
Garroted with angelic vocal cords
Screaming their agonized thunder
At the edge of Stygian swords
Me and thee dream death’s harmony
Blackheart cemetery
Where gargoyles await the doom
By black candle gloom beneath the haunted moon
Spit a curse in the bottled Laudanum
And kiss the cold wind of coming Autumn
Dawn of days, antemortem
I strive for sacrificial nights
In spite
Of myself long forsaken and forgotten
Screaming their agonized thunder
At the edge of Stygian swords
The seraphim and eidolons
Garroted with angelic vocal cords
Me and thee dream death’s harmony
At Blackheart cemetery
Where gargoyles await the doom
By black candle gloom beneath the haunted moon
Watch the clock ticking away
And smell the stench from the grave
This heart inside my chest
Is Hellbound today
A gift that was given
The flame is the same
Feel the snow falling away
And lay to rest in the grave
The stake inside my chest
Not killing today
When I’m dead already
The pain is the same
Now place me on the cusp of blasphemy
And maybe I’ll outlive my phantasy
Drive the nails of tragedy
In the palms of desecration
Undone
In threads of mortality’s travesty
From apostles to acolytes
Garroted by demonic vocal cords
Screaming their agonized thunder
At the edge of Stygian swords
Me and thee dream death’s harmony
At Blackheart cemetery
Where gargoyles await the doom
By black candle gloom beneath the haunted moon
From seraphim to eidolons
Garroted with angelic vocal cords
Screaming their agonized thunder
At the edge of Stygian swords
Watch the clock ticking away
And smell the stench from the grave
This heart inside my chest
Is Hellbound today
A gift that was given
The flame is the same
Feel the snow falling away
And lay to rest in the grave
The stake inside my chest
Not killing today
When I’m dead already
The pain is the same
(c) 2017 Frank Green
I have thrived for so long ‘neath possession
Guilty of the transgression
From the shadows from whence I dwell
In Hell
Designed to punish me for my ascension
From seraphim to eidolons
Garroted with angelic vocal cords
Screaming their agonized thunder
At the edge of Stygian swords
Me and thee dream death’s harmony
Blackheart cemetery
Where gargoyles await the doom
By black candle gloom beneath the haunted moon
Spit a curse in the bottled Laudanum
And kiss the cold wind of coming Autumn
Dawn of days, antemortem
I strive for sacrificial nights
In spite
Of myself long forsaken and forgotten
Screaming their agonized thunder
At the edge of Stygian swords
The seraphim and eidolons
Garroted with angelic vocal cords
Me and thee dream death’s harmony
At Blackheart cemetery
Where gargoyles await the doom
By black candle gloom beneath the haunted moon
Watch the clock ticking away
And smell the stench from the grave
This heart inside my chest
Is Hellbound today
A gift that was given
The flame is the same
Feel the snow falling away
And lay to rest in the grave
The stake inside my chest
Not killing today
When I’m dead already
The pain is the same
Now place me on the cusp of blasphemy
And maybe I’ll outlive my phantasy
Drive the nails of tragedy
In the palms of desecration
Undone
In threads of mortality’s travesty
From apostles to acolytes
Garroted by demonic vocal cords
Screaming their agonized thunder
At the edge of Stygian swords
Me and thee dream death’s harmony
At Blackheart cemetery
Where gargoyles await the doom
By black candle gloom beneath the haunted moon
From seraphim to eidolons
Garroted with angelic vocal cords
Screaming their agonized thunder
At the edge of Stygian swords
Watch the clock ticking away
And smell the stench from the grave
This heart inside my chest
Is Hellbound today
A gift that was given
The flame is the same
Feel the snow falling away
And lay to rest in the grave
The stake inside my chest
Not killing today
When I’m dead already
The pain is the same
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Published 25th Jul 2017
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Anonymous
25th Jul 2017 2:49am
I really enjoyed the imagery here. Well done!
31st Jul 2017 7:51pm
Anonymous
25th Jul 2017 2:51am
Hades.. brother, you got some great rhymes.. and brilliant phrasing.. i always here a song.. you got three or four albums.. of great material.. \m/
Dave
Dave
31st Jul 2017 7:51pm
Anonymous
25th Jul 2017 4:05am
Lord Hades, this has epic imagery and these lines would be my favs because of the play on words...
"From seraphim to eidolons
Garroted with angelic vocal cords
Screaming their agonized thunder
At the edge of Stygian swords"
Loved that!
xoxo Sweet Sacrifice
"From seraphim to eidolons
Garroted with angelic vocal cords
Screaming their agonized thunder
At the edge of Stygian swords"
Loved that!
xoxo Sweet Sacrifice
31st Jul 2017 7:52pm
25th Jul 2017 6:43am
31st Jul 2017 7:53pm
30th Jul 2017 1:55am
"Not killing today
When I’m dead already
The pain is the same"
fucking masterful my Darkest Lord..
I bow before you..
love Crim
When I’m dead already
The pain is the same"
fucking masterful my Darkest Lord..
I bow before you..
love Crim
31st Jul 2017 7:53pm
