Post by Dark Emperor on Jun 25, 2011 20:33:54 GMT -5
One single night, one single day
Before it all just sweeps away...
With the paradise I do not know,
Through the joy I never had
I'm all alone on my isolated throne
Why have you forsaken me?
The days outnumbered themselves into the grey
And life cries, a dream dies out into the blackness,
Stretches for an empty cup; a chalice to collect the tears
That I keep to myself
I gaze upon the mystery, this lovelorn identity...
Frozen beyond the echoes of laughter
This morphine cloud hanging over me
Like a snow-white curtain;
This beautiful haze overruns me
So I erase myself from you; The cure for my sanity...
And here I am, unwilling to forgive myself
So lost in this remedy, your spirit is haunting me;
Consumed by indifference
I scream in your silence where shadows conceals me...
I'm cursed to search for you
Oh feeble, ungrateful my heart;
Paralyzed you drown with me
Intoxicate this bitter reality
Under the screens of apathy
Oh feeble, ungrateful my heart;
Paralyzed you drown with me
Intoxicate this bitter reality
Under the screens of apathy
The dream died before it was born,
Innocence is lost... And so am I
But still I pretend to be strong
Still I wonder where I belong
You whisper to me gently in my sleep
To leave this world behind
And I gaze upon the mystery, this lovelorn identity...
Frozen beyond the echoes of laughter
\\The Scene Starts as "The God Of Armageddon" Eric Darkthrone is seen standing at the bank of a small stream flowing through a Ominous Looking Forest. the trees looking very evil and graven as he continues to stand at the bank. as the water flows, he stands with a very curious and interested look upon his face. he takes a deep breath and then begins to speak//
EricDarkthrone: ah yes, a forest. such a impressive site to behold. menacing looking trees, dark atmosphere, intimidating feel. yes this is something to definitely behold it is something that can have a unshakable grip on every single one of your senses. it can have a grasp of ever single thing that makes you who you are as a person. it can have an affect on the very nature of your will, courage, and sense of bravery. only a real man can walk through such an imposing forest such as this, and not show a hint of fear or trepidation. only an individual with iron will can be in a place such as this, and feel as if nothing will come to harm him. truly a place like this can test the mental mettle of someone.
(Eric Darkthrone kneels at the back of the stream)
Eric Darkthrone: even this stream can give your average man a sense of fear. the way that it can exude the presence of death and despair. this stream is showing that embodies the malignancies of the human race itself. the calm of this stream as it flows through this land that is filled with despair and melancholy is almost a scary calm. like a calm that be foreshadowing the end of all hope. the end of all faith. the end of all goodness and harmony. but if that is the case, then whose hope will be permanently devastated? whose faith shall be forever changed for the worse? i mean, could that person be someone that i consider a friend? a comrade? a brother at arms perhaps? could that person be Demon himself?
(Eric Darkthrone stands up and thinks of his fellow Dark Army Member Demon)
Eric Darkthrone: Demon, you and i are apart of The Dark Army. you and i are The Epitome Of Darkness and d**nation. when you and i are in the ring, we make The Earth shake and everyone tremble. we represent the pinnacle of greatness in all its forms. but in The Damage Control Match, only one of us can reign supreme. in the match, only one of us can be considered the best of the best. so when The Damage Control Match is here, will it be me that falls, or shall it be you? will you be able to handle going against that has The Pure Blackness Of Malevolence flowing through his Sinister Veins? i think not. Demon, like i have told you before, i took your place as The Top Demon in this company. no pun intended. Demon, this forest represents what shall happen to you if you dare to cross my path. you shall be left without hope, faith, and resolve. you will be left to walk the rest of your days in eternal torment. Demon, i shall love you is The Wasteland Of Agony if you dare to challenge me for my title in The Damage Control Match. Demon, oppose me, and you shall Rest In Peace!
A closing sanctuary in this shimmering night;
so tired, so restless under an ominous light
I found myself in thoughts of dying,
Shivered in bitter dismay
I see you there; and I wonder why
the silence does not break
Away, please turn away.
In my dreams you haunt me still.
Come, please come my way.
In my life I need you still.
The morrow-winds shall blow no more
So many pale moons ago;
A flower of death did grow
A closing sanctuary in this shimmering night;
so tired, so restless under an ominous light
You found yourself in thoughts of dying,
shivering in bitter dismay,
I see you there; and I wonder why
the silence does not break
Away, you turned away.
In my dreams you haunt me still.
Come, please come my way.
In my life I need you still.
To blossom in the deepest of black,
And thus we die to flower again
"I keep your memory near my heart,
My brilliant, beautiful guiding Star,
Till long life over, I too depart
To the infinite night where perhaps you are."
A rapture through the dirty glass,
cutting myself to behold another spring
So I became the exile, unable to (sustain) love,
smiling at Death and unite with my solitude
to finally turn the blooded page
I pray these tears will end soon,
but you just left me lying here
I wasn't ready for the world...
still, I was thrown in there
\\The Scene Ends as Eric Darkthrone is seen walking through the forest with a Sinister Smile on his face. a scary peace develops with in him as he looks as if he enjoys the surroundings of the forest that he is walking though//