Post by Cormis on Jun 10, 2011 16:19:14 GMT -8
Ages come and pass as the circle turns,
Inside the hearts of all endless fight burns.
Blood rush blood sweeps the light away,
Drown out but the night from the day.
Deep shadows fall upon the once blessed land,
Cursed forever more by the dark lords hand.
Dream lust nightmare turn into the living pain,
Evil ways fester the taint leaving a stain.
Deception runs deep a path full of lies,
Now a realm on the brink to die.
Time slips away a faulter at that core,
Swings open wide the gates to oblivions door.
Judgement comes in the form of purest unrest,
Mortal coil is what it does truly detest.
Master of darkness it will consume the world,
Plunged into war all will be eventually hurled.
Though through nights fall a light will shine,
But treador beware there is a fine line.
A round of kin will make it whole,
Or death's ride will mark its final toll.
Rise of the ancient choosen must be done,
In order for the battle to be won.
Destiny is set and is cast in stone,
Let the one blessed stand but never alone.
A new age comes out of the ash,
Wounds to be mended like a infected gash.
Hope ariseinto a fountain of the youth,
Their light may it show everyone the truth.
A throne on high a court for all,
In its shelter common and magic stand tall.
Guarded under wing and of common sword,
May all beings hear the almighty casted word.
----King Cormis
Inside the hearts of all endless fight burns.
Blood rush blood sweeps the light away,
Drown out but the night from the day.
Deep shadows fall upon the once blessed land,
Cursed forever more by the dark lords hand.
Dream lust nightmare turn into the living pain,
Evil ways fester the taint leaving a stain.
Deception runs deep a path full of lies,
Now a realm on the brink to die.
Time slips away a faulter at that core,
Swings open wide the gates to oblivions door.
Judgement comes in the form of purest unrest,
Mortal coil is what it does truly detest.
Master of darkness it will consume the world,
Plunged into war all will be eventually hurled.
Though through nights fall a light will shine,
But treador beware there is a fine line.
A round of kin will make it whole,
Or death's ride will mark its final toll.
Rise of the ancient choosen must be done,
In order for the battle to be won.
Destiny is set and is cast in stone,
Let the one blessed stand but never alone.
A new age comes out of the ash,
Wounds to be mended like a infected gash.
Hope ariseinto a fountain of the youth,
Their light may it show everyone the truth.
A throne on high a court for all,
In its shelter common and magic stand tall.
Guarded under wing and of common sword,
May all beings hear the almighty casted word.
----King Cormis