it's not that great or anything, but after the shit in new york i read it again.
this realm of torture you invite us within/
bring all of your nations in convergence of sin/
coordinates of creation epicenter of pain/
hearts and moon will blacken when the slaughter begins/
all the mountains crumble at the feet of a god/
all consciousness corroding as your heroine nods/
the horsemen speak in voices that you can't understand/
the hourglass is now filled with the ashes of man/
p.s. i don't want to hear any shit about my use of the word "hourglass" either because i wrote it last year before that new never even came out.
this realm of torture you invite us within/
bring all of your nations in convergence of sin/
coordinates of creation epicenter of pain/
hearts and moon will blacken when the slaughter begins/
all the mountains crumble at the feet of a god/
all consciousness corroding as your heroine nods/
the horsemen speak in voices that you can't understand/
the hourglass is now filled with the ashes of man/
p.s. i don't want to hear any shit about my use of the word "hourglass" either because i wrote it last year before that new never even came out.
