Such a delicate husk
This goddess draped in an ebon gown
Her face; flush and florescent
Wearing a crown forged from the fever now
Ripe is the throne
A dwelling; receivers of light
I wish no ill
I wish no ill
Vastness of view
Yearnful dominion now
Seizing the thirst
One can only stare
Blood rushing to my mouth
Innocent with the universe at your hands
We must be bound
We must be bound
Unfavorable the lean of the scale
We must be bound
One last lament for all to heed
Sewn into the rags of time
Countlessly fanning away
At the masters behalf
Snuffing out the phantoms
Left to tend the earth
Never wilting this flower they plucked unknowingly
Essence of a boundless universe; is Lost
Essence of a boundless existence; Is gone
Gone
Here you sit
The universe at your hands
The scales lean unfavorably
We must be bound
We must be bound
The thoughts within me now
Answered unknowns
She has been chosen
Etu; my vessel
I live within her now
The thoughts within me now
Answered unknowns
She has been chosen
Etu; my vessel
I live within her now
Crash to the earth
Seeking to be defined
Limits set
Beginning and end
Flow of time
Waters of death