The Triumphant Beast - The Fall Of Every Season

Agony, a melody

On pain i feed

To see you in this state

Victorious feast

I love you, still you are

Part of me

I fi only avoid

Those pitiful eyes

My voice in your cries

Mind was ruined

By the rape of conscience

Could no longer be the carrier

Of this growing tumor

One last pleasure

One last wound

Please forgive me

Never felt your father’s love

Exhaled his breath of rage

The last of their kind

Chanting from black outside

As he pulled his death out from the closet

Steps of hope

Rough, red release

Vast, dark, encouraging trees

What remained was a finger’s strength

Demons danced

Ghouls awaiting

Sinner meal

The finger pressed