Hint of Black

I remember the soft touch of your skin,

I remember the warm embrace of flesh,

Alas, how i loved the taste of your blood,

Indeed, I am the dagger stuck in your heart.

Redemption I give, to the likes of you,

Cold souls, with nothing else to lose,

I carve my name upon your skin,

Indeed, my name is the Death of you and all your kin...

I tear the soul out of your body,

I cast a shadow across to hide you from their sight,

Tormenting you with all that you never even knew,

Indeed, my name is Kharon, delivering you to the realm of the dead...

I am the tool that delivers,

The means to an end,

I am the purpose and the deliverer,

You know my name, but what dare you see,

... when you gaze upon my face?

The key of the realm stays hidden, within my reach,

Out of your sight...

Dark Whispers

Overfilled with nothingness,

With wings of angels,

The truth turns to lies,

Screams of the righteous,

Elixir for the damned…

From the shadows, the prince is whispering,

Telling how and when you’ll see

The truth hidden for all eyes that bleed,

The face of god, the name unwritten still…

Is the horror never seen?

For in the shadows an angel weeps,

Fallen now for his belief,

His tears feeding a never coming beast…

Then you stare into the shadow,

See it move, and don’t believe,

Was the shadow overwhelming,

Was the angel, was it beast?

Was the prince of disbelief?

Poisonous Bite

It is said that the thoughts you have before you die, are the thoughts that haunt your entire eternity…

How does it feel to be dead inside,

How would you feel when there’s no place

For your face to hide,

Roaming freely through all nightmares,

From my own, you cannot hide,

In the web of deception and lies

If you’re not the spider,

You must be the fly,

Go on, try to struggle,

To break free, from the deadly trap,

The good little spider waits,

Until your tears go dry,

Then delivers the greatest evil,

It’s poisonous bite.

And all the pain shall fade…

Afterwards, he feasts upon your soul,

Poor little fly, how you’d wish you where dead,

Rather than not feeling the pain of losing yourself,

Like any other dying creature.

Your brain is the last to die…

And then, you are dead

Unleash the dogs of war,

May the land be cleansed,

Of all putrefaction

Human lives are but a distraction

Screaming to live once again

The souls of the dead

The legends and lore,

Shall harm you no more…

The demons are waiting

Patiently, in line

For those who are willing,

Their lives to deny…

Go ahead and try your best,

Lay your body and mind at rest

Your soul’s voyage may begin,

Perhaps you’ll just drown in sin…

No deeper meaning behind your walls,

No brighter days ahead, you’ll try to scream

While your soul still falls,

You’ll think you did it, but you’ll see,

That all you are is just a dream…