Anti-Life Saviour - Shade Empire

Listen to what is in some way

the first great speech of a poem.

Satan cast down to hell with the other rebel angels, seize those by him.

One next himself in power, next in crime.

Beelzebub Satan’s lieutenant

And satan addresses him like this.

If thou beest he;

But O how fall’n!

how

chang’d

From him, who in the happy Realms of Light

Cloth’d with transcendent brightness didst outshine

Myriads though bright: If he Whom mutual

league,

United thoughts and counsels, equal hope

And hazard in the Glorious Enterprize,

Joynd with me once, now misery hath joynd

In equal ruin: into what Pit thou seest

From what highth fall’n, so much the stronger

prov’d

He with his Thunder: and till then who knew

The force of those dire Arms?

yet not for

those,

Nor what the Potent Victor in his rage

Can else inflict, do I repent or change,

Though chang’d in outward lustre;

that fixt

mind

And high disdain, from sence of injur’d merit,

That with the mightiest rais’d me to contend,

And to the fierce contention brought along

Innumerable force of Spirits arm’d

That durst dislike his reign, and me preferring,

His utmost power with adverse power oppos’d

In dubious Battel on the Plains of Heav’n,

And shook his throne.

What though the field

be lost?

With every dream of dark fantasies

blood is dripping down from the ceiling

taking form that reminds you of all the shadows of the past

the body is dead now, you can never take it back

from the sun, from the brightest light

reveal your heart at its purest.

Born of flames

baptized in fire

pure chaos

inside this shell of flesh.

Hold the scepter

burn the eyes of your god.

This is my wolf pack, you are my prey.

Twisted faces take form

with the way further

of your window’s class.

Humanity now

what have you done?

As years go on,

you just wipe them away

with a grin, behind your mask.

You keep on looking for answers

but don’t like the ones I can give

dig your grave deeper and deeper

until you’re at the point and can’t reach the edge.

Frightening are those who walk towards the light

blessed are we, who dwell in the night.

You keep on looking for answers

but don’t like the ones I can give

dig your grave deeper and deeper

until you’re at the point and can’t reach the edge

come face the light of my guidance you say

but frightened of those who walk towards the light

blessed are we, who dwell in the night.

Born of flames

baptized in fire

pure chaos

inside this shell of flesh.

Hold the scepter

burn the eyes of your god.

This is my wolf pack, you are my prey.