They’re not the icy blue everyone thinks of, Those Angel Eyes, not the fierce and ageless Burst of energy that’s the source of all creation. They’re more than that, all encompassing, they Capture the very essence of being, the essence of God.
This is a warning you’re almost out of time, In the meantime, listen to this lullaby. Your Death is coming, there’s nothing you can do, You’ve had your ten years and I see you’ve made It do.
Tearing flesh as blood and boneSplatter along the forest floor,The moon shines bright but the Shadows hide the dark deeds as ifBehind closed doors. The inhuman screams, the desperate cries,The pathetic sobs that fill the air outside ofTime; the monster’s roar, the ripping of flesh,The glee in pain administered so vibrant andFresh. The dead trees, … Continue reading Black Forest