The Nevermore Symphony for Endless Press  By FD Ravenskraft

 
In the Midst of the calling
We all are living fallen
That the wings of the watchers
Fathering the spoiled seeds of the
Altar.
In the Polaris skies bleeds the Highlands
Of the darklings.
The Worst of the Symphony
Of musical homicide
That many here in Nevermore
Buried upside down from self inflicted
Genocide
Here in the Kingdom of many henges
That haunts this place blessfully
Respectfully known in the tombs of Epitaphs
The King's minions
Help runs these lands

This is a black abyss on the shores
In the city deep of the real
Nightmares Hill
This is the Dark Wonderland of the curse
Few
Only the Crows Woe
Of the knowingly trust of the Ravens galore
The light happens once a year
Like the noon turns red. That is called bloody moon
This is the Symphonic chambers
In the labor of madness

Welcome to Ravenshenge
The capital of Nevermore
The score of a endless no more
We tune in next time
To the light of Darkness
God's and demon wants to destroy
We hold the balance and protect with all cost

We're the Woes of the Lost

FD Ravenskraft 2024