Morgion - A Slow Succumbing


Behold, I am your deliverance
Look upon this nether steel
Tearing away your soul, relentless
I am the dark night you fear

Seek your ruin before me,
Upon this earth your blood shall stain
A reckoning beyond all reason,
Hear the cries of your brethren, lament

A thousand score I did fell
No spear did render, or axe did cut
Your women shall carry my seed
Forsake your children to the wheel
Upon the frost shadowed earth,
Lay the keep I shall homage
Within I shall bury my riches
To count for centuries here after

Waiting and watching,
Watching, watching and waiting

Even after the last morrow I shall ponder
In a madness of my own design,
After this body is time, worn to dust,
The nether blade is still mine forever

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