Planeshift

"I'm one of the darkness, once of the light I'm holding the Beacon, holding the night And if one of the darkness has won over light The pure shall be slaughtered in eternal night" Ruled by the ancient kings The city under the mountain Eriosthe l

I am stretched on your grave, and you'll find me There always, If I had bounty of your arms I Should never leave you. Little apple, my Beloved, it is time for me to lay with you, There Is the cold smell of clay on me, the tan of the Sun and the wind.

Dancing, dancing round the fires Scales of brass And blackened gold Wings of flame, obsidian Eyes Miracle you behold Sparkling bliss you see In her motion Joy of living and dancing in flame Gave the birth with all your devotion Time to Give her a nam

Pale gray landscapes, the universe of ignorance Light and dark attributes of blind duality Choking here, searching for escape From the poisonous vapor of all consuming dementia Long to breathe, looking around I see only hazy shades Faint reflections