1. Mortal Man & The King

(Lhiannan Sidhe:)
"These wooden faces
be the sole witness of my vow
As I midst clutching fingertips promise
that Godfearing Man
If dared entered here
Will lie!...Lie...Die!
Yet more than a meal to dine
I need Man's essence as my concubine

Content in a lie will be the King and I"

(Narrating:)
Upon the lands came great misfortune
In the shape of One lesser God and
Those days have passed since long it seems
Since this One God came forth in form
Of a book in hand of a King undone
Unless his faith deprived the some
Ninehundredthousand acres
Their by birth heretic pride

And when this doctrine practised
Not its' preach but slew all
Infidels to teach of riddles
Gospels and of denials
Then little choice in store
There lie for divinities
And all the elder deities
But to be exiled – in chains led
To woods they vowed to keep
From Man to tread

Now in this land of Darkened Moors
Where the gilded plains meet ghostland shores
Did a curse strike Him
Who crowned had been
One Dark Goddess
Had plotted schemes of Own
So now the Kings all...

Fall asleep

Every year as summersolstice draws near
Come the hour of midnight so deep
In slumbers sting of bittersweet
A kiss to last nights of seven
And never will a King be free
As long as Men in God believe

And as the years they pass
The Kings all grow obsessed at last
(thinking:)
Breaching eastern borderlines
Will reclaim the honour
Of the Royal line

At least this is His agenda told
To march straight to Hell
For the folly of his soul
For Gods of Old
Them ghostwoods hold
By means untold
And mortal Man's
bound to here Die

And so it all begins
With the death of one King
Who first repents 'pon a life well spent
Having failed them woods to breach
Where the Old deities hide
These the last in a heathen line
Still William seems content
With the years well spent
And with all that he leaves his only son

...Yes Simeon's time is now come
(William of Kroue:)
...my son...my son

(Narrating:)
And when life spans at best
Past a mere moment the rest of ages
Seems far too long for to be spent pondering
O'er the fate of a son, indeed
Left weeping by his bed
This son so faithful, still mislead

(William of Kroue:)
O Simeon
Weak be thine heart just as mine
And you will learn as I
The true worth of the lie
If thou only knew what I now know
I'm sure thou wouldst be
Neither proud nor bold
But biding your time in the shadows
Knowing too well what hides
In patience that resides

(Narrating:)
But as this King dies
His words escape him in flight
And as for this Simeon
Son of the baptized King
Not a single word was heard and thus

Yet another page is turned
In the poisonous bloodline that burns
Veins of a pawned King battling old ways
Will remain unbroken
And he will come to understand
That Mortal Man and the King
In flesh thrives best when laid at rest
Under heathen bloodred wings

Now as nay word can shape
Nor breath escape lips turned cold and grey
So must Simeon bound by oath begin
His journey to rid Man of Sin

And with his Good Book
Tightly pressed to chest
A princely King seeks solace
In his foreign Gods crest
But this solace comes hard
When one's been dealt this card
To all alone shoulder Land and Curse
With the sole companion of only his own wit
And as the rain falls hard outside
And the stone cold quarters where he hides
Are cold and damp, 'tis like a prison cell

(Simeon Kroue:)
"Oh well, this is mine Lot...
(...This is mine Lot)"

(Narrating:)
And so biblical pages turn
In the shimmering light
Yet all the letters blur
They barely show words anymore

(Simeon Kroue:)
Why to me they reveal nothing
In this my hour of need
Is unbeknownst to me
(...Unbeknownst to me)

(Narrating:)
Bolted doors in the castle halls
And all those marbled faces staring blindly into air
Still here one fair shape tiptoes 'tween each pair

With grace she carefully makes her way
Up stairs slithering winding up to where
The boy King now in grief resides
Oh now the time is truly ripe!

Tis an eerie Royal house
Her heart thumps fast and quite aroused
This maid does close her eyes and smiles
'Tis true, the men of the cloth
Would surely her flesh gladly burn
Should they ever of her intentions learn
And how them dark arts of them Elder Gods
Resides here behind these walls
In the heart of one whom this King wards
In a heart untainted by the Lord

The castle sleeps it truly breathes
And she is here to free the beast
The smell of his reeking
Gospel reading from inside

She has to close her eyes...

2. Silfvertounged

(Narrating:)
Time is ripe, the King's inside
Mildred knocks twice, then enters
To a room of golden ventures

(Mildred Silfver:)
"My King are you there?
'Tis me, thine maid to care
For thine needs I will attend
Devoted, lovingly
– Thine friend...

...Are thou not pleased of what thou seest?
Does thou ne'er lust for the kin as fair as me?
Oh yes, want what thou seest...

And hear my voice
Thou willst give in to me"

(Narrating:)
Leaves of rose in a room of gold
'Pon sheets bloodred the witchcraft'll soon unfold
He tries not to give way to her charms
And not to take sweet refuge in her arms

But then her velvet dress falls

Virginal flesh and those wicked words
Meet eye to eye as the maid she lures
This gullable boy holding little sway
To this this one well perfumed maid

Soaked well in the craft
of an Elder Breed
Appears saved though
as her planted seed
Of deception grows

The trespasser...
...Oh, She knows
And she caresses his baptized skin
She is an angel come
Save them white wings

To see her stand there
The monarch of the land fears
That the wine she pours
A poisonous draught be
Would he die, should he drink too deep?
Still her words speak bliss
And her voice is so sweet

The King be torn 'tween the good book
And what's on offer this night
Pale skin and glowing eyes
Alluring silk flickering in dim light
Oh this dark witchery
The craft used by an Elder Breed
Is used here to serve heretic needs
Not great in this day of age is this
Foreplay in service of bitter chastity

The offered wine in silver cup
Not much unlike communion

(Simeon of Kroue:)
"Oh to feel this
Be I the first one parched with thirst?
Still by servitude she's mine and I
sip once and drink it all up"

(Narrating:)
...Dire is the poison kiss

And so the very next day the maid returns
And the King stays feeble willed
And soon the rule of the land seem governed
Tweet sheets soiled by his essence spilled
And thus the days pass swiftly with little time
Spent nurturing else than his hunger for her wine

Sublimely unaware summersolstice draws near
This King who steers his helm of soul
Far from the God he has come to know
Finds all the solace he needs in this maid
Indeed, as days pass by come summer ripened
And seeds sown are but wed and owned
And the fable begins where virtue ends

Now his bed be made through a maid he wed
And the tears shed lessens the pain
Now this is the Day of Retribution!

3. Solstice & Sleepwalking

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4. Demonaria I: Heart Of The Devil's Keep

My Blood

The air is so cold
And the woods remain black
And on that path that split the dark
Steps one shape on track

Well the King knows not which way to go
As he stumbles forth on tender toes

(Simeon of Kroue:)
Oh to feel so much
in the arms of but a mere...

...Dream is mine lot
Yet tread this path I have not
Though I've known
This day was to come
I ne'er pictured anything here
Quite as evil, yet fair
Pure in it's wickedest form

Sleep is mine lot
Sleep is my everlasting
Eternal lot

Wit

'Tis not this dream though
That sets my heart pounding
But the uneasy chill in the air
That is hounding my wit...
One is callin me – Beckoning
Oh, I cannot see
Whose voice I hear much deeper midst them trees
In the mist and dark
There's someone lurking, waiting for me...

So this is where he who is crowned of my kin yearly goes
Through thickets and mist atop roots bent and twisted
This is but so intoxicating
As I make my way on that path crude and winding

So heed me as I walk proud
With none here by my side
I am trapped within bitter bloodties
While still back in the castle I lie!

Then the woods clear and the woodwife I see
I suppose she is the one calling me here
...Oh yes

Will come the Dawn after seven days passed
And the sand seems imprisoned
In one half of the hourglass
Now that crowned am I, I cannot hide
Biding my time in the shadows
Nor will I hail this Demoness
As a just and truthful Queen...

...She ensnares my mind
With spells of fair skin hair and flowers
Yet I here in the vile regions of my mind
Seem but strong enough to resist... This

'Tis not this sight though
That sets my heart pounding
But the voice I hear speaking in rhymes
To ensnare my mind

Oh she is truly godly, like none other
And her fairness knows no bounds
Still 'tis that servant lover
Of this year gone by
That within seems to hound
This wit and mind of mine

A trespasser in the ghostwoods am I
'Pon her seat of leaves
And roots and branches
The wench sits, yearns to dine
On that royal line of my blood
That ties me to her...

Simeons Monologue

"It is truly a grand scheme to which one as I
must commit, And 'tis the first time that this
entity of the forest I now visit. Though I
intend not to perish humbled in her arms
And though I mindful must be so that I not
entangled become, I seem somewhat
compelled to see just what there might lie
In store for a new king
For one as godfearing as I"

5. Lambmendtations

'Neath the fiery red heavens
And a breath of mist in the air
And further below
Lies this One Sister in Sin
Enshrouding a boy King
Now Simeon be caught
In a Woodwomans kiss

This fiend so fair
In her floral spun hair
She who feasts with joy
On the baptized Manflesh
Of the Royal bloodline
Once a year in summertime
Oh she ascends to dine...

... With a pair of utter starving eyes!

(Lhiannan Sidhe:)
"He is mine to keep for as long as he sleeps
'Tis the curse of his kin for swapping doctrine...

...And ne'er has Man been nor will this King
E'er to the Sin of me!...be deaf...
And these Rhymes of Old!"

"Do succumb to me...
...Little man
Fear not my name... Oh see me"

(Narrating:)
Under darkened twigs – Grasping fingertips
Poisonous bloodred lips flutter
O'er words barely uttered
A manity deformed be
To the likes of a manwhore
He is hers to keep for as long as he sleeps
...Still

Seeng his eyes
Looking straight back at her

(Lhiannan Sidhe:)
(oh why is there)
(a veil 'fore this man so frail)

(Narrating:)
Indeed it is strange
And he is really not yielding at all!
His cold dead eyes denies this Fallen One

(Lhiannan Sidhe:)
"SON OF WILLIAM are you immune to sin?
And may I not claim thine heart?"

(Narrating:)
And so to the host
Bereft of those toasts in blood
It becomes quite clear;
Another wench is at play here!

(Lhiannan Sidhe:)
"What witch could there be
Who practices my arts?
What foul wench is there who already
by witchcraft owns that heart?
Thus having had Me!
The goddess – the woodwife
Plunge into this bitter doubt for that boy
...that King
...That King who by all rights
Should have given in to me
Yes even if I so would desire
Should have been mine to keep
But now I can do little else
Than release him from sleep
Unravished
Unspoiled
Utterly unhumiliated!"

Things were never meant to turn out this way
In such utter disgrace

What else to fathom is there
Once having that stare beheld than that
There this day I my share of unfair
Rejection was here subject to so dear
My retaliation... Is due

Paralized, Stigmatized
Yet I know it's not for me
I plunge into this heartache
And I believe it's but time for me to leave
And to avenge myself

(Simeon of Kroue:)
"Is this all there is to the curse of Kings?"

(Narrating:)
And so there's little else for Demonessa
– Dark Goddess who fell
To do than to release him to the shell
Of his body that awaits him still in his castle
Will this be the end of that little splinter
That remain – a sole link in a winter
Of discontent and broken chains
'Tween her and Man
With whom she needs to lay
To still her very thirst
What is left for her now
If not the curse applies here
Than reclaim that which is hers
Avenge herself
And kill that witch at first sight

(Lhiannan Sidhe:)
She who dares to humiliate me
By not letting me breed
Instead letting me see
Only that which I need not know

Here – I will remain the fool...
But to leave here...

Then there's only one thing left to do!

6. Sister Fairytale

There is told a tale
Of Days of Old
Of a Demon Queen who bled
From a Heart of Gold
For a Man but Mortal
A man of the Cross
Though her kin had been exiled
Because Man was now lost

When so much dismay
now lay 'pon Mans head
Perhaps 'twas pity, yes pity 'tis said
For how she viewed with eyes
of favour upon her foe
could be but grasped by none

And so she did glance through
the Dark twigs of her wooden cell
'pon the meadows outside
and a man in Mans Hell

For days at an end
for months and for years
she did spy at this man
crying, shedding his tears

...And she invited him in

She had every reason as good
as any of the Gods to hate Man
But to his manlike charms
she had already succumbed
But a man cannot live
where the Old Gods now reigned
And a Queen of the old ways
as a deity remains in the dark woods
as prisoner for the sake of Mans faith
She knew forgiveness would not come
should she invite him again

Still a goddess is a goddess
and the craft that she wields
can even make mortal an exiled deity
And though shunned by her own kin
she truly would be
she would also be gifted
with the blessing to be free

And yes the goddess did leave them woods
to never again return
For the curse of a mortal life
is that death one day is earned
But only after her sister had stolen by right
the three bloodred tears
she had shed that same night

The tears held that glimmering red immortal life.
Like bottled and capped
in three crystallike vials
And the craft how to cast
these forbidden six spells
by her sister – the other Queen
was stolen as well

7. Demonaria II: Luminouses Gift

Spells Of Six And Tears Of Three

(Lhiannan Sidhe:)
Spells of six for them tears of three
And thee – King of Man
Will now know the wrath of me
The Dark Queen can steal
Just as any wench of your own
Apparently did from me

Still parted be I from divinity
for thine sake to break free!

I cast the first spell to rid me of thirst
Then I spit out the second, third, forth
...and the fifth
And the very last as but a mere hiss...

'Tis a craft shared within my own sisterhood

(Lhiannan Sidhe:)
(Narrating:)
Once I have the last drop of blood wept
(With great ease the words fleed her twisted tounge)
What might lie for one of my kind indeed
(And the rhymes all lured out of her)
In wait I swear to avenge my pride
(Every drop of the life that never by the passing of time)
In shape of mortal – human flesh
(Can be but dried now rebirth lie and here...)
I will linger not in spells
(In shape of mortal human shell)
Still as my essence parted from within
(Still as her divinity parted from within)
I become free to leave
(She becomes free to leave...)

(Narrating:)
To flee these ghostwoods
A mere shadow of her sister she's thus become
But wiser still since there's none
To know or see what's now been done
Soon she will know a day to return

(Lhiannan Sidhe:)
Now that the words have fled my tounge
Spoken have been the last spells
I have the last notes to the tune sung
And felt my life too well, slithering through my veins
Escaping as agony pulled the reins

The first to the last
Spells I in secrecy cast
Rolled off my tounge and out my eyes
In forms of tears but thrice
Their glimmering as testament should suffice

(Narrating:)
Lo and behold there in the palm of her hand
Three in numbers all her own
And then the three for her sisterhood

(Lhiannan Sidhe:)
I will tie them six gems on a string round my neck
And I will leave here to find what fate is to bring me
And as I one day will return I will know what they told

Missfortune

(Narrating:)
Unfathomed by all is this
In this a day in the prime of winter
As angry snowflakes hurl themselves
In a frenzy towards a sinner caught
Now shackled in the townsquare
By the log pierced with a single arrow
Be this winged demon mocked
Oh how bitterly mortality feels
As the feeble strength of man now
For exceeds her very own
Having fallen by the hands of a drone
These days in short supply comes surely not
A fate grinning towards mans evil lot

And now assembled are they
Men of the cloth, men who pray
One priest stands tall midst them all
Proclaiming boldly this fallen angel
Cast into the cellar and the fiery pits of hell
Is to be and to redeem

(The Clergy of the Cross:)
There can be no doubt to kill this evil
We are true if we're burning her at the stake
And therefore with the Lords prayer
I say we indeed should revel in this day
For know this well – This devils belle
Ascent here must be sent to hell
And tenfold be but the reward
Should this task be performed
And to the Lord...

...be sent this the Devils whore
In the manner true to our banner

Fire burns the sinner
And the pit'll claim with a grin her soul

And so it is done
Make haste now this one
Must ne'er know of things else
Than the suffering of her own Hell
Bestowed only pain
Here in dungeons remain
Until we will see fit
To 'pon pyre give back
The Devil his sick
...Breed!

Ribbons

(Narrating:)
As the light grows
Dim again that night
Mildred now Queen of All
Wets fingers and kills the light
She quenches one small flame
With one hand while within the feebled King
She gently feeds the embers of all their sins

She is there like a splinter in his mind
His sweetest dreams now plagued
By vile contempt and hat for his own kin
So he shuts the doors to with her sin again

And he secludes himself
He stores gods book high upon his shelf
And the priesthood suddenly seems to be
Like from evil spawned
And all this he sees
Oh its hard how he never knew before

And as this King now falls asleep on this night
The maid made Queen ascends to go somewhere
And to attend someone-else
Clothed in ribbons, the need to be
For her to the King all that he desires
Now she dresses herself
And slips out of the room

8. The Harkencraft & The Witch Of Marbeled Halls

(Narrating:)
This maid of the King
Walks down them stairs
Winding down to those dark damp lairs
With him – The King tucked in, sleeping
She lifts her skirt, then tiptoes by those
Flickering shadows
Dancing from her hand held light
And there behind them cold black bars
Sits One whom she feels drawn towards
This Fairy Queen caught
By the meadows and brought here...

(Mildred of Kroue:)
Ohh... She truly is a blessing in disguise
(And soon revenge will be mine)

(Narrating:)
Yet the lack of sympathy within
Proves where her loyalty lay
With a filthy deity
Locked to the damp walls of the lair
(it does not)
How does one really address
Such an enemy anyway?
A foe by blood red unknowingly
To the femme now entered here

To think the demoness, and noone less
That but one of her own blood is here
She unties her tounge and speaks:

(Mildred of Kroue:)
"Do not fear
welcome my dear"

Demonessa here in Hell
Who you are I know far to well
(Narrating:)
The goddess with only weakness left
Does raise her head to face her guest
(Mildred of Kroue:)
Yet a stranger in thine eyes am I
And stranger still I can't see why
How One who steals her sisters tears
The same path walk after thirty years

Yes I am of your own blood
And I know by heart what you have done
I am but one spawned 'tween worlds
Come here to mock with words
(...And still my thirst)

Each moment passing I do fear
Is a loss for retribution here
Now that thine grace and divinity
Be shunned by those who prayed to thee
One could believe thine be the fate
'Pon stake be burned as witch of late
Yet I could never let to pass
A moment like this to avenge the past

But now to satiate your thirst for knowledge
And to tell the tale
Of a mother nailed 'tween worlds
Who gave her every inch
To a man who gave back nothing
And a theft of tears by her sister
Here in my hands shivering in fear
But three times two the way I see
Half of them belongs to me

Though I am in truth of your blood
And this the craft is both of ours to wield
To offer a truce means nothing to me
Now that the true enemy
Apparently folds to my every whim
(...As I pull his strings)
So tell me what's left to do
Than me killing you now?

"No
I won't spare you now"

And then the day of her fate then came
– My mother
As the priest revealed his face
The true face of a man
– My father who one day would take
The life of his woodwife
When his faith was at stake

Before the killing he did bide his time
Bitterly pondering pon the worth
Of having a wife unchristianized

By the back of hand he beat his wife
For years before he took her life
And all this came to pass for your betrayal
For without three tears
She could do nothing but stay

With her immortal essence kept out of grasp
She took me as her adept and I learned
All of what I am, (who you are)
And what I was supposed to do
...Should I meet you!

"Vengeance will be ours
By blade our honour must give us justice"

My mother married him
The mortal man of the cross
And I alone was the child she loved
...And then lost
For Man is truly dark at heart
Ever has it been that Man can grasp
Beyond his hate – his poisoned mind
Forever to live believing himself benine

Man is truly dark at heart
Ever to grasp
Beyond his hate
And for that he pays
But now it's time for you to die too!
To appease me
And my mother
God rest her soul

"...I speak the truth
This is the hour of no truce!"

WHEN GODS OF OLD
BE GODS IN KIN
THEN GODS IN CHAINS
ATONED SOON BE THINE SINS

(Narrating:)
Thus spake this maid made Queen
Her words meant to seal her "lords" fate
Redeemed be another wrong doing
Now at last made right
This time 'tis so by stealing the foes life

9. Demonaria III: Grin

Murder Of Kroues

(Narrating:)
Sharpening the axe!
(sharpening the axe!)
By tounge thrust into Sin
A bitter Queen knows the time to Grin
Yet time is not ripe
Still there's something not right here

And so it begins

It begins
As she grins
The Demonessa Caresses and in a whim
Has the Queen to desires given in
And urges itch as this mere witch
Her prey watch with eyes of hunger
Sinking her teeth skin and flesh deep
Into this deity
It would be bliss...

In that cellar damp and cold
Where the two merges to one
The Demon Queen ascent to hell
Awaits the hour to come

Then evil runs amok
And the blade to slay then finally drops

Blood spurts 'pon the dungeons walls
Yet the blood is not that of a Fairy Demon fallen
By the hand of maid fated to be – the Queen
For the tables turned as the first cut failed to reach...
...Flesh...
But severed instead chain from swanlike, divine the neck

The Queen falls 'pon the floor
The Demon arises unchained
And though battered sore
She never wore such wrath before

And so there
'Fore her very eyes
It crawls out from beneath that hair
Blood warm and black covers gown, lace
in the crypt of the lair

(Lhiannan Sidhe:)
Dear sisters child
Do you know not, I am divine
And you are but a dying femme demigod at best
And whilst I may bewitch and slay mankind by right
Your feeble attempts did never me blight

Still I do recognize
Some worth in the skill of luring me here
Stealing the tears – Claiming the throne
Keeping the King as your feeble drone
Now mark my words – dear sisters child
For you my dear, it'll now come to an end

(Narrating:)
So Mildred sighs eerily unaware she dies
And that her reign in the shadows
Is at an end and the borrowed craft
Slips back in the claws
Of the unfettered Devil Dark Goddess
Having King, land and faith
Bestowed this kinly foes
In so few days – evil ways
For a Queen wouldn't just suffice

'Tis true...

(Lhiannan Sidhe:)
Three times two the way I see
All of them Now belongs to me

Severed

(Lhiannan Sidhe:)
"Now gone be that witch
Who was practising my arts
That foul wench who truly already
By witchcraft owned that heart

Thus having had me
The Goddess – The woodwife
But weak as any man – Any grain of sand
And as all the craft borrowed refills me again
Like sweet incense then I cannot help
But wondering when and if I
From the belly of the enemy may flee"

Vow Of Feebleman

(Lhiannan Sidhe:)
Still, as I sigh I realize
I need a word from mouth of him
A vow his kin – Soon to be free
If he'll stay here and not Pursue me

I need one word from him though
One vow so that I may go
No towers were ever too steep
When one into bitter mortality's
already made the giant leap

I will be free again
And never believe that Man will then suffice
Not even for one as I
For mere pleasure
The treasure but plain to see – My Immortality"

(Narrating:)
From steep stone cold walls
Into keep of the appalled boy King
Deep asleep, in midst dark curtains, velvet sheets
And she slithers inside while soaked in candle light
And she crawls up onto him
And he opens eyes to see her Grin

10. Soulsearchking

(Lhiannan Sidhe:)
"King
Do not fear me
I only ask of you to hear me now
I take my leave dear King
Free be but both of us
By the blood now spilled"

11. Rekindleself

(Narrating:)
The foul stench of the dying kin
Neath grasping fingers, wooden grins
Be washed clean again is she
Dark mother smothered
Come this hour
She knows better
Now from man
To stay unfettered
Undeathly spirit enters again
Yet she knows not to the hours spent avenge

If the King can keep his word
Then man will forever rule in His world

The One God of the One King
Is the One step
To the end of All things

12. Liars In Wait

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13. Demonaria IV: Warring

Crosses And Biblewars

(Narrating:)
...So Now
In the morning sun
Men by thousands in armour bright
Have spears aligned and have torches lit
And on shining steed on high He sits
The King of these men reborn into pride
Once his wench of a wife had died
And archers aim, arrows are lit
Retaliation is due
Broken vows come true...

Then out from the dark she steps
From black the woods and evil nest
This the behemoth crone
To a boy king truly well known

Every fired arrow lit
Quenched is as they hit
The ground and the mist
Soaked in divine bliss

And the Goddess now immortalized again
To all appears like the God she really am
And in the eyes of the King of mortal Man
She is at last what she ought to have...
...Been from the day they met
At summersolstice when he lay

'Neath that demon sage
Oh how could he have been so strong?
To deny her what then wrongfully
By curse to her belonged
'Tis true
But a riddle to this king
How preferred was a maid
'Fore a demonshape with wings
With the maid now murdered
Her curse be gone
From a King who humbled in her arms
And so he hesitates
As he once more succumbs to charms

Not a limb neath sheet-metal of the king
As the procession begins
Is by his wit free to do what he bids
He may only watch his breed – those his to lead
By collar, reins and invisible chains of God
She is only one Fair foe, Demon crone, God of old
And since she's only one
And the men by numbers in thousands stand
Then this day should truly belong to Man

Battlelost

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Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woodwoman Scorned

(Narrating:)
Roaring wrath
In anger be cast
And Man is dying fast
The fire tares
through them first of lines
Be come is a God
Be gone is the worth of a lie

Dark be this day / When few remain
Yields the plains / Does Man now slain

Dark be this day (...Dark be this day)
Few now remain
In thousands Man lay slain!

Only Simeon remains under her charms
It brings tears to his eyes (tears to his eyes)
This the beauty of her at the end of the line

And by the clashing of steel
Brought to their knees
Be the last lines of his breed
Thirsting for blood no more
The slain piles and the hordes
Now mere corpses like clay
In stained metal remains

See in thousands they lie
Only served as fuel for fire
And then the silence gives chase
To the violence and waste of life
And wind sweeps across bloodstained bitter plains
And as the ilk of man from these dark barren lands
By mist is now swallowed
And remain does mere hollowed out
Armour of those
Who dared to oppose

(Lhiannan Sidhe:)
"Be gone
Be dead now dear King"

14. The True Worth Of The Lie

(Lhiannan Sidhe:)
...Dear King
...My Simeon Sin
Regents of this land
Whose forefathers all came
As did William, to Me by free will
From the very first day
That I gave my promise
Of a prize so dearly sought for
By the likes of those
Who toil 'neath yoke of death
And given it freely have I to any man
Who ventures here into my lands

To still my thirst, my desires my lusts
This curse is only a chance for trust
Each year that trust doth grow and so
When all is said and done the regents know
That when a church preys
Upon all that is weak
And has grown too strong
For Kings so meak
Then ne'er can be told
Of the prize that's given
'Lest he cares to by stake die

As heretic – be deemed a sinner
He'd rather crawl upon knee
Knowing within reach
Rebirth lie, everlasting life
Once in battle he dies as a King
And none is there alive
So he plays the part of a noble King
While in truth is agenda is only to bring
A plot even closer
The deception to thieve himself
A life of undying kind

So from father to son
I have tasted them all
And they have given me that
which I needed and more
For the prize of into eternity be reborn
Man falls rather swiftly from King to whore

"Yes, this my dear is the true worth of the lie
A royal bloodline who sells land, faith
And their very own flesh
for mere prospects of life
Unending as that of mine..."

This blessing be cloaked in a curse of a king
Tis at an end come solstice ne'ermore will your kin
Be called upon to share with me the sweetest of sins
"(For you see) I now know I loathe mankind"

A Goddess of pleasure with this revelation of mine
That Mans flesh serves as little else than a meal to dine
Has little cause to live much less remain here
In a world utterly soaked in denial and fear
And since You ilk of Man desire so well
To wish for your heaven while living in Your hell
And pray to a God from a far foreign land
Be granted is now thine wish
And left to die be mankind!

15. Regency

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