Layeos the alchemist lies lifeless before me,
hands clasped upon his chest, what is it he’s holding?
It seems to be a manuscript, title etched in gold,
with turbulent hand I open the alchemist manifesto:
Colors swirling, my head spins.
Pages turned from within parrallel dimensions.
Exit the dwelling of the mage,
Staticity in perception is changed.
What’s written will remain,
they say until the end of time,
voices speak of unknown things,
they’re waking up inside, screaming:
“All I want to do is leave this life,
For something new, for something I’ve not felt.
I digress…we are you,
Entrapped in a psychoactive prison from the beginning.”
Shown to me, a world torn, broken buildings, every field scorched.
Arising in a cloudless sky, a sun with a shadow haunted,
Signs of the impending wake we will face after the carnage.
Of these things I’m certain. All will be tossed into a furnace.
The end, so it began.
SICKENING GLOW PERMEATED THE MIST
ITS MARK UPON THIS WORLD, CANCEROUS
THEY TOLD US IT WAS HEALTHY
THEY TOLD US IT WAS PURE
NOW WE DEAL WITH THE PLAGUE,
ALAS! THERE IS NO CURE.
“Here is the manual that will teach you to bend,
the fabric of space-time itself,
but be warned you are not in control,
you are beyond our help.”
I inscribe, save all their lives,
prevent Noctifer from triumph,
will you sacrifice your very life,
for those who decay in silence?
For this is the price that we pay for immortality.
from The Crescent Sun
released December 21, 2013
Strings performed by Satan's high court of demons.
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