Talonguard the black
Argent strandEvery second is counting to a predictable death.
The impact of awakening is strife
Every moment is mounting to a final breath
And so the stars align that we have met, to my dismay.
Where is the justice in this?
I have been led along a path of foolish dream so I will pray,
For guidance in the dark
So what the fuck do you think your doing with me?
I'm not some specimen produced for only you to see.
You calculate my pain through your design.
A test of struggle to compliment cold-blooded theory.
But you do not know that the flame that fills my heart is mine
Sparked in embers of malicious contemplation.
Ashes to ashes dust to dust, only in this begotten shame do I trust.
Better together, I cant do this alone.
I'll sing songs of treachery all the way home
I parted with my breast,
With all the secrets locked within my chest.
She said she'd love me forevermore.
This saturation of endless contorting
Deceit is killing me from the inside out.
She knows me all too well.
Infatuation is confused with placation.
This will only last a spell.
Infatuation is confused with placation.
It is nothing more than confrontation.
The finality of a heavily limited life
Every second is counting to a predictable death,
Each moment compacted into a final breath
Travesty my troubled past has been scrawled,
Shakespearean tragedy on the tapestry
Obsessing about the time that is lost to the suffering
Emptiness consumes me
Harvest me,
My corpse to the beetles
I regret this life of remorse
Searching for answers,
Where all of the questions are vague
My struggle has sealed my fate.
I've shut the gate