Black Symphony #1

Movement 1:
The Swarm
Of the Fall of the Drones
Order of the Red
Our Father's Plight

Movement 2:
Creacide
The Slaughtered Horde
A Simple Masquerade
Of the Weaklings and the New Disease (The Creation of Citadel)

Movement 3:
Dawning
The Dark Order
Flight

MOVEMENT 1

OF THE FALL OF THE DRONES

You god damned fucking human shits
you've sold your souls
to the last one who you should have ever seen
The time has arrived for an all out desecration of flesh
Behold, mankind has fell

Your seering flesh is the stench of 1000 days burning in the plains and the fields

What manner of insane rule condemns the whole of drones to such a malicious fate
the burning of the 48 has come about by the seduction of the proud with power and false amnesty

For drones they are, and they've sold you out to the shadow
for sheep you are with little purpose other then
Perpetuation, and food, and the souls to light the black lights
within the iron walls of the city within DIS

Your god is absent because you created a lie you stupid motherfuckers!

AND I SEE THE GREATEST DECIET OF ALL
I see you, you diseased souls

No humor do I find in the killing of life and this world as only I know

ORDER OF THE RED

The time is beckoning for the order of the battle angels
to emerge from the unknown and reap the pain of war

For there are numbered only in these last days
a number of 131
11 12s with the highest making the 12th led by the one

We will emerge slowly as not to draw unwanted attention
yet the sound of warcry will spell fear on the lips the the horde called black

"Thus marks the twilight of the living flesh"

God is not who you think he is
for perfect is he with such a plan
an eighth order concealed
the angelic mortal colored red

OUR FATHER'S PLIGHT

Oh the reverie
of days of old cast away
by the shadow on that day
of anno domino the age that now ends
for if they had sight to see
and knew the sound of anarchy
they would have known absolute
that the world had been broken, for all of a year

The river's edge
this river that divides now multiplies
the monuments of man
now become vessels for pestilence

MOVEMENT 2

CREACIDE

It was a cold bitter wind
and it blew and it blew
it blew through the trees
and the wilted world too
It blew through the ashes
where the dead were sleeping
It blew through peepholes
where dead eyes weren't peeping
it blew thorugh the world: desolate and numbed
it blew through the rifts where the rapture was summoned
And the cold wind crept though this earth of tomorrow
of raveged red skies soaked with the blood of sorrows
Time is the dealer of empty deeds
death is the creator of forgotten dreams to appease
Dreams don't exist in the eyes of the dead
For that this world will end does exist as part of time
From the river comes the flood
as created in seven days to god, shall be erased come the eighth
and the fools who place their bets on the 2nd coming
will surely be sorely disappointed
the ones to save them are here
the bretheren of all things blackened now colored red

For all things shall end
and only a cold wind will blow...

Through the ashes of our brothers and fathers and sisters and mothers
and whole of projeny
none shall be spared by the wrath of the black
fed by furious envy

Lies cannot spill from the mouths of the dead
for this time of dread is but a moment from today
And by the power of Creacide
all that was given is taken away
The fault of man is man
not by Adam, but by man's own arrogance
to create that which is not real
the damnation pain has a point of true blame

THE SLAUGHTERED HORDE

The fields where the dead would lay
Around St. Louis and Albany
Is where the 131 shall banish and end the 565

The gifts are ours
we use them as we please
for they were granted to us
to end the existance of the shadow...

"The mark of beast sets apart the followers of shadow,
and gives the red a target for no mistakes to be made"

Those who declare red to be foe become foe
and with that foolish act are submit to godright

The black are fools
who throw the empty weight
of shadow upon the soil of our given realm

A SIMPLE MASQUERADE

For the black though 1 of 3 outnumber by design
the order of the red is prime
for the end is ours to be had
And though ravenous, we shall stand firm in the face of darkness
and though unnatural, so are we the creation of unnorm

We are the true sheppards of the flock
we armed with sword, are the bringers of omega to the fallen

So bring all your baggage to war
and leave expectations at the door
for although this may spell demise
this is the most important moment of life
For nothing can be gained
without sacrifice... of you lame

(The whole of humanity is spent on foolish endeviours
the waste of flesh is the pride of the black
The energies of the wise are in knowing
that the war is out of their hands)

Arcane by design
Behold the ones in improper align
For the names of the faceless will never be known
the charade becomes the ending for those

OF THE WEAKLINGS AND THE NEW DISEASE
(The creation of Citadel)

OH!!!
Your fates are made by you and played out by you
Of the worthless and miserable
Your strength is a laughable trait and is the fault of your causes

(The reason for loss is the iniquity, the blame on the lower castes)

They rise
they yearn
they drown
they burn

They who are of the fake strength
are the casualty of false premise and unkept deeds

"welcome to citadel"

And burn they do, and turn to ash
as that is the whole of what they are
The foolish thought to be strong
are only the lies given by the mothers
For when the flesh is exposed to the new disease
there will be none left in it's wake
And all to be left is the knowledge of seers
blinded by the new age of reason
Passed on for all time within Citadel!

The end of the age of aquarius
Is the beginning of the Era Citadel
The last ones left imprint the castle
And instore the keys to blackened gates forever opened

We are the shepherds!
We are the winged red!
We are the mighty!
We the number 131

It is a stretch to dystopia
but in reality it is the only option known to be
the future in grand design
the experiment complete
the creational war at it's end

The gifts are ours
we use them as we please
for they were granted to us
to end the existance of the shadow
and bring upon the new age
for the whole of man has fell

THUS ENDS MOVEMENT 2

Dusking...

This is the end of our age
of the war betweem the red and black
there is nothing left now except citadel
oh god, I am so sorry
but if you are true
and if you are real
I will find you
and we will fly
in the fields where you began...
And time will show all things
And we will find truth
for it must be known
to complete the dance eternal