Ovid's Withering

The Reckoning. The Summoning. The Purge.

Ovid's Withering


They watched on, as he rose, the God of the shepherds and flocks
His plan coherent with his laughter
Driven by madness he starts his approach
And his obsession will embody his own fated mind
Escaping the hold of the enemy, he's gaining his ground
As the legions of the mire begin their descent

I've had enough
All of your lies and deception will falter
It's not your place to alter the course of it all
I have gone so far to bestow this
Your threats are worthless, and you'll never take me alive

I have survived, and I've waited so long
Just to share with my love all these melodies
Enticed by the sweet wretched sounds of belial
I have awaited this night, my Stygian Bride
Hahaha
Playing the part in this undying love
It is done
You are mine forevermore

She crawls on her knees
Miasma slowly lavishing as her cries become whispers
Her whispers, a soothing lullaby to his ears
Clawing and clawing, she'll never find a way
Gasping, as panic fills her lovely face

Begone, oh, the horror of it all
Can't you see she is dying?
I am omniety
No more will I take all these orders from you like a slave
For ages you will hear of these Caves
I will find the answer
But you've given up on us both

All of your lies and deception will falter
It's not your place to alter the course of it all
I have tried so hard to forget this
You will regret this, and you'll never take me alive

Rising from the throne
He slowly staggered to the darkness of the Caves
Weakening and maddening, he reached for his blade
You will beg for my recognition as a disciple amongst the plague

A figure stood before him
As he raised his bloodied hands to his eyes
Panikon deima ero vestri terminus