Caught in Hell’s freezing flame, the world turns to ice.

With the sun turned away, the world turns to strife.

The tears into snowflakes, the ground turns to cold dust.

With fear that can’t be slaked, the ground burns in old lust.

 

Burn in dread, freeze in death, sink like lead, lose all breath.

Lose your head, beholdeth, Bleed the red, gory mess.

Beneathe the black stormy sky falls the icy rain,

With shimmering strikes of light, pouring lovely pain.

Burning thunder echoes across the wet city and concrete,

Fear is tasted everywhere in the air, hidden by bold deciet.

Tears spill along with the falling waters,

Anger dying with the olden fathers.

Melancholy eyes stare about the mud and puddles,

This, the royal palace, my domain unsettles.

Shaded dark by candle’s light,

Shadows dance with dead delight.

Stalking the guests with merciless insanity,

Screams escape the mouths of the strongest vanities.

Souls render themselves apart, piece by piece.

Shackles clang with each sobbing fearful scream.

Sun forsakes them, while the shy moon lies hidden,

Showered within darkness, life’s called forbidden.

Yo peoples.  This Friday, I’m trying to put together a gathering at Cinemark for us.  Anyone who’s interested in coming just let me know, or just show up.  I’ll have specifcs once I get more people.

People Currently going to Cinemark with me: 4 (5?)

My counter will be updated as I get more people.  So…come on peeps!

-+ Bow down, the King cometh +-

Yes, my song does indeed have meaning.  Just like my other ones.  So yeah, listen to it if you want.  Might tell you something about me if you interepet it right.

A broken crucifix left on the lonely plains,

The scarecrow missing, ravens roam free.

A secret pact between the crows and pumpkin cain,

Freed by the dark demons spawned from he.

 

Slave to dark thoughts no longer, he reclaims the throne,

The kingdom of jackolanterns once more his own.

 

Bleeding red roses falling upon the dark king,

The path is littered with fallen flowers.

Misty despair glimmering upon the housing,

The sins forever haunt the day’s hour.

 

The ropes that bound him for so long, kept him safe.

So at long last, he must survive to keep sane.