Darkhorn

Horned halo Darkhorn Transfixation At his constellation His name is Capricornus Halo horned Dawn of a black sun Darkness illuminated the goat of Mendes To hell we reign On throne gold. By The Oracle of the Inverted Pentacle Wolfhounds howl a nocturnal prayer The first vernal butterfly Reminded my eyes Of the last caw of the crow In a garden rich with roses I saw the inverted pentacle That reminded my mind Of these visions from a past time Sadistic Blasphemer is my epithet My name is long lost amongst the orchard rich field To be the hunter or the hunted In a world of steel The crying firmament...is the power and glory of the usurpation of the Macrocosmos The mourning doves flew so silently As A tyrant became a god To be The pride amongst the stars Sailing through ancient cosmic skies across the vast emptiness To a kingdom So far... So silently did the doves fly in the morning To drink deep the firmament' lachrymation The Lachrymose precipitation Grief-stricken Waters On Via dolorosa To the emperor, Who decrees, thusly: "The universe submits to me And amongst all streams of human sorrow I am its quintessence". His eyes, a stare into your souls A stare like the winter so cold Red as the running blood And blacker than the blackest night The cold winter winds, your skin they bite On a lonely winter night Bleakest sorrow Flying free like the sparrow Abandoned The flock of birds disappear Such as them I am the lonely sparrow Melancholy sings my name Her whispers chill my bleeding veins The sword all of joy slain And dark love dies in my empty hands I could not cry for its death My tears had frozen They could no longer flow Like the river once had in an ancient time Bells rusting I could smell the dust settle from the wind in throe Pain, its fire brightly glows. It illuminates a way shining like gold But worthless, as the lies unfold As I open my eyes I open my arms and cry One last time.......