temper tongued fever/a lock above the sky/its in the way like a mist/shadows cut like a scythe
waking a terror/that cradles a sanction/dripping the powers/that make up a god
riddle me the danger/earth beyond a nature/beware of the strangers/the endless macabre
ultimate behavior paid when gold turned to wine buried in a skin of defeat I was choking in lies
distorting energies tainting all my thoughts with scars in turned raised dire questions making my own cause
bending a destiny to fade out as a father or son i choose the elegy that echoes my body and blood
spent all my favors on petty disposals under nights true savior i anchor my cross
this place that i have chosen ill call it my home
this place that i have chosen ill call it my throne
i speak for the walls
swallow the fog
just till ur gone
THIS IS THE SHAPE TO COME