Misanthropic Poetry

When the Night Shades My Forest Stones

Misanthropic Poetry


Horned Kassandra The Siren Of Fate 
Rouse me with cold drops of the night 
Sing your song of my hateful revenge 
Let it sound and flow like the streams 

Through the black candle path I reign 
When the night shades my forest stones 
Nights after nights 
Centuries after centuries of the worlds over worlds 

Stars of doom damnation 
On the nocturnal skyfield as much as my forest stones. 
They glitter in the cold drops of the night shades... 

Stones, I open wide by my misanthropic spellcraft 
To summon the burning winds 
From the deepest Salamander flames abyss. 
From the worlds over worlds. 
Draconian winds of Wizaria infinity chaos. 

Howling universe, crawling with streems of the burning twilight to the humanity lands. 
Over the demons candle path I reign, 
Kassandra, cry your furious songs. 

Lord, thy Mystery, the Boundless strenghth like the Great doom fire sea 
You do sway in your flaming blaze universe and in my scroll, 
Come to me, riding in the fire waves of dragon storm 
As they rise, the creatures, wildspirits of my forest stones 
They'll convey burning drops of my hate into the screen 
Human lands night will shades for the demons path I reign. 
Nights after nights 
Centuries after centuries of the worlds over worlds 

Doom will be done 
we give the songs of horned Kassandra 
When the night shades.