Dying Star
Mask of Semblant
I've never grasped the full impact Those endless, dead days had on me And now that all is said and done One question still remains Have I always Been my worst enemy, my nemesis? Close encounters of the dark kind I thrust into the night Combining praxis and entropy The realms of suicide All pain is washed away By crack of dawn My own sublime dismay I must move on Thundering war cries Are heard across the heavens Under a thousand, dying stars Farewell Godspeed Daylight