Madness
And so cry to the end of days
The wicked monster and his wicked ways
Stone carved into a twisted tale
All shall try, and all shall fail
The clock ticks, verbatim surrounds
The sand falls steadily down, down
Greatness rises, greatness falls
Twisted demons from the darkness calls
Whisper your words in the dim candle light
Sworn forever to flee or to fight
Sing softly, the names of the ancient and old
Tell of their tales to all who are bold
Bladed by birth, strength immortality
Blooded beyond repair, beyond reality
Strength in light, power in darkness
The dead so heartless, so heartless
Twisted, tormented, bent reality
Corrupted as far as the mind can be
Whisper low in the darkness that consumes
Pray to the lord, in solitude madness blooms
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