Words Of Rage
An angel fall’s into the sea
With fire wings and lust within
A flame that glows through the night
In an ancient throne the blood of pride
The raven covers the sea of blood
Moonlight shadowing the fire free
To the shore the glowing flows
Penetrating the greenful soul
There consumes
Occult sign
Between the growing horde
The awake of the soulless pride
Under the crown of the raging word
So there stands the prophet of truth
In silence, yet screaming
Straight up in a field of light
Dwelling upon a ground of might
This ground so cold and grey
With lightings of dismay
A red colored sky
Where ravens fly high
So ear children of stone
Feel the aura in the storming throne
Listen to the word within
And spread your rage in screams…
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