Back to the beginning scratch.
The hidden itch.
It sits, and sits.
A myth of me must be achieved
in the fabrics of reality, I am
sworn in.....
a young phantom,
in the eyes of the
earth.
I am falling into
the skies of pharaohs and distant Gods.
I find the distance still.
The total complete collapse.
In this insidious shell I will
lay out my call. As my blood
dribbles down, a mountain called
Era and I fall apart....
into
the
young Sun.
The walk is on the walls.
I\'ll sit here if not forever in complete
thought: a total complete collapse.
For surrender I shall not yield
to a hostile guard. A thousand
blade cannot cut.
A lion shall not strike.
The order of a world\'s vulture.
The final strike is here.
In this darkest hour, I\'ll find my closure.
In this art of fire, every act of dark desire
closed off from the higher powers.
I\'ll walk the salt line in the dead drenched stench.
I\'ll stay the rim of every passage to merit my digits in a ghostly swarm.
And look back into a world of tears for fears and just vanish into the years.
Ascending the dark rim, the final frontier.
In the sake of others I\'ll bend the world.
Light shall make misery, the dark shall feed,
eternally!