The One Who Smite Lyrics
Oh, my precious. Come sleep with meI occurred beside the magic pawnOmnious, is this fading dawnI am the scenary, the one who smiteI was always meant to avoid this lightWisely, I naturally avoided the lashAnd escaped what now is layed in ashYou starvers you have seenNevermore will you look upon the preenIllusionary palace, glory in a curlWretched faces of a dead world...They, the dust, have now gone.For the lord of them will be the onethat broke their wings, and kissed their hornsEnslaved, and carrying the burden of the thorns.Beyond this millenium, and milleniums more...The moving figuresmy undressed lustTheir tempting eyes with their silver dustMine to behold like the flap of my soulDead skin prison.Dead...Stiff...Cold...
Aura Noir The One Who Smite
