Night Aeternal

Sin Origin

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    As I stood in the days of My long forgotten
    And certain Death
    Longing for Lost Evenings
    And the Nightscapes I roamed
    Towards the clouds, approaching Nothingness
    A barren waste far in the Skies, Below
    The Netherealms
    Where the Jew has forever lain
    Upon the throne of a god slain
    By a Black, and rusted old Sword of Legend
    Stabbed farther into his wounds
    A ravaged martyr who has assumed
    A position
    Of Death

    Feeding the essence and Anima of Soul
    Swept into the Vortex of extracting Might
    Becoming one with Its inner Dimension
    Where It was used to punish the light
    I wielded the Sword, Night Aeternal
    Enemy to all who oppose It
    I brandished the Sword, Night Aeternal
    Enemy to all who embrace It

    Frozen to the Nightshade stuck to My Lips
    I entrusted this Shell to the shuddering Seas
    Far warmer than my living breath ensnared
    Whose dying heartbeats
    Belonged to the Sword and the Soulless Beneath
    Enslaving all who dared to unsheathe
    Its Satanic Wisdom and Malice upon the Realms of Future and Past

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    Feeding the essence and Anima of Soul
    Swept into the Vortex of extracting Might
    Becoming one with Its inner Dimension
    Where It was used to punish the light
    I wielded the Sword, Night Aeternal
    Enemy to all who oppose It
    I brandished the Sword, Night Aeternal
    Enemy to all who embrace It

    Frozen to the Nightshade stuck to My Lips
    I entrusted this Shell to the shuddering Seas
    Far warmer than my living breath ensnared
    Whose every heartbeat
    Belonged to the Sword and the Soulless Beneath
    Enslaving all who dared to unsheathe
    Its Satanic Wisdom and Malice upon the Realms of Future and Past

    In the skies of a Dying Millennium World
    My Blade sought the lives that It seeked
    To feed Its Hungry Ego
    As a Plutonian Tide that would never recede
    Claiming hundreds and billions of lives
    And the rest of the world that planned to survive
    Their "Aeternal" cycles of Death

    Fallen many lives ago in the Shadows once confined
    To the Netherealms towards a spirit sheam
    Of a lost and worthless cause
    Jehovah marched upon the lands assuming
    he would triumph over (a) Sword consuming Its Master
    Who used His Lord well

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