Wednesday, November 24, 2021

Lyrics of Ancient - Blackeyes

Blackeyes

A beginning brings forth questions

Answered are these with lie upon web

Shiver, does the child draped in it's disgrace

The web grows like a poisonous vine fed by storybook filth, tangling it's
Hypocritical mass around the throat of human instinct like a self-perpetuating noose

The one dangling in rage, refusing to choke, gains a dagger to sever all
Ties to the vine of self-deceit.
Consuming the melody of shrieking horror the blade penetrates as he becomes in harmony with his action
The constant twilight of the forbidden is unveiled, revealing darkness to be ravished forever by the intellect of blackeyes

Disgusted by the pathetic pleading swollen holes of the \"holy\"



Blackeyes

Prepared to protect any path he hath chosen

Blackeyes

Contempt for all benevolent spinners now clinging to the vine

Feeling, seeing, knowing, being

Lift your sword, slice the vine. Feast on pleasure, swim in life's wine
Take your vengeance now and rise, torment those who fear blackeyes

All who waste life on bended knees are begging for death to take them, so
Be it go humbly to your god in white. Look to my blackeyes for a reflection
Of your fright

Run christian soldier, for our army approaches

Smile christian daughters for the snapshot of your annihilation

Know this slaves of christ. Our pulse quickens with the thought of your
Death. Prey pawns on your knees! Prey to the god you fear to protect you

Blackeyes bring forth hell inside catacombs of a web now sighing with the
Weight of helo's drenched in blood of a million spinners



Join us little children, or be sent to your empty promise land in tears of
Red

Your sword, slice the vine. Feast on pleasure, drink life's wine. Take
Your vengeance now and rise, torment those who fear blackeyes

What be is free

Join us little children before it's to late, and we shall send you in tears
Of red straight to heaven's gate

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