Black Symphony No. 1

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You god damned fucking human shits 
You've sold your souls to the last one who you should have ever seen
The time has arrived for an all out desecration of flesh
Behold, Mankind has fell!

Your searing flesh is the stench of 1000 days burning in the plains and the fields

What manner of insane rule condemns the whole of drones to such a malicious fate
The burning of the 48 has come about by the seduction of the proud with power

For drones they are, and they've sold you out to the shadow
For sheep you are with little purpose other then
Perpetuation, and food, and the souls to light the black lights 
Within the iron walls of the city within DIS

Your god is absent because you created a lie you stupid motherfuckers!
AND I SEE THE GREATEST DECIET OF ALL
I see you, you diseased souls!

No humor do I find in the killing of life and this world as only I know

The time is beckoning for the order of battle angels
To emerge from the unknown and reap the pain of war

For there are numbered only in these last days a number of 131 
Eleven 12s with the highest making the 12th led by the one

We will emerge slowly as not to draw unwanted attention
Yet the sound of war-cry will spell fear on the lips the the horde called black

(Thus marks the twilight of the living flesh)

God is not who you think he is for perfect is he with such a plan
An eighth order concealed the angelic mortal colored red

Oh the reverie! 
The days of old cast away 
By the shadow on that day
Anno domino the age now ends
For if they had sight to see and knew the sound of anarchy
They would have known absolute that the world had been broken for all of a year

The river's edge 
This river that divides now multiplies
The monuments of man
Now become vessels for pestilence

It was a cold bitter wind
And it blew and it blew
It blew through the trees
And the wilted world too
It blew through the ashes
Where the dead were sleeping
It blew through peepholes
Where dead eyes weren't peeping
It blew through the world: desolate and numbed
It blew through the rifts where the rapture was summoned

And the cold wind crept though this earth of tomorrow
Of ravaged red skies soaked with the blood of sorrows
Time is the dealer of empty deeds
Death is the creator of forgotten dreams to appease

Dreams don't exist in the eyes of the dead
For that this world will end does exist as part of time
From the river comes the flood
Created in seven days to god, shall be erased come the eighth
And the fools who place their bets on the 2nd coming will surely be sorely disappointed
The ones to save them are here, the brethren of all things blackened now colored red

For all things shall end and only a cold wind will blow...

Through the ashes of our brothers and fathers and sisters and mothers 
And whole of progeny
None shall be spared by the wrath of the Black fed by furious envy

Lies cannot spill from the mouths of the dead for this time of dread is 
But a moment from today
And by the power of Creacide, all that was given is taken away
The fault of man is man not by Adam, but by man's own arrogance
To create that which is not real the damnation pain has a point of true blame

The fields where the dead would lay 
Around St. Louis and Albany
Is where the 131 shall banish and end the 565

The gifts are ours we use them as we please
For they were granted to us to end the existence of the shadow...
Those who declare Red to be foe become foe 
And with that foolish act are submit to god-right

The Black are fools who throw the empty weight 
Of shadow upon the soil of our given realm

For the Black though 1 of 3 outnumber by design
The order of the Red is prime for the end is ours to be had
And though ravenous, we shall stand firm in the face of darkness
And though unnatural, so are we 
The creation of un-norm

We are the true shepherds of the flock
We armed with sword, are the bringers of omega to the fallen

So bring all your baggage to war and leave expectations at the door
For although this may spell demise, this is the most important moment of life
For nothing can be gained without sacrifice... 
Of you lame

Arcane by design
Behold the ones in improper align
For the names of the faceless will never be known
The charade becomes the ending of those

OH!
Your fates are made by you and played out by you
Of the worthless and miserable
Your strength is a laughable trait and is the fault of your causes

They rise
They yearn
They drown
They burn

They who are of the fake strength are the casualty of false premise and unkept deeds

(Welcome to citadel)

And burn they do, and turn to ash 
As that is the whole of what they are
The foolish thought to be strong
Are only the lies given by the mothers
For when the flesh is exposed to the new disease
There will be none left in it's wake
And all to be left is the knowledge of seers 
Blinded by the new age of reason
Passed on for all time within Citadel!

The end of the age of Aquarius
Is the beginning of the era Citadel
The last ones imprint the castle
And instore the keys to blackened gates forever opened

We are the shepherds!
We are the winged Red!
We are the mighty!
We the number 131

It is a stretch to dystopia
But in reality it is the only option known to be
The future in grand design
The experiment complete
The creational war at it's end

The gifts are ours
We use them as we please
For they were granted to us
To end the existence of the shadow and bring upon the new age
For the whole of man has fell

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