Whitty sercomstances unite with florecent shades

To the imbound and thy grave

Speak so sudden shall be enhanced

To thy witches I speak, to the Storm to late

For watching my sacret palace of destruction

To the gardens in which I lay

Speaking undesirable sounds of whisdom and truth

The goddess sings to the tune of death

The gods yell at the sound of the trees

Destorying my sence of thought

Wisdom is to the degree of non sacrefistial meanings

Leaves fall at the winds uter and most complete stares

Kim lost in time........Lost in space

Wise men look up at the stars and see nothing but black and beauty

Soldiers fight for the freedom that is non existant

Kings wait for something that is nothing

Shallow ends of hope are destroyed by a touch

Stories of past fights, stories of past loves

Herotic beings compremise their souls into an oblivious sight

Black is thy water

Black is thy sound

Bitter campaigns wasting away for nothing

War is dead

Death is evil

Love is pain

Pain is forever