1. To Withhold the Day
3m 32s
Length
149
Words
88
Unique
42.2
WPM
768
Chars
45
Lines
We! We call upon the wind we draw down the pale moon to withhold the day and the night will come Conquering in awe delivering in honor ruling with death By my clear command the fires will burn and the stars will hide their wisdom eternal Dead silent I contemplate in disgust and in hate your filthy broken wounds and my hungry ghosts I beckon your name to the fire for I am your nightmare and my eyes that glow dead gray light of colorless space of death Hear my lunar cry! In the wake of curses fetid are the tears of hundreds of visions which have no shore Sweet blood of revenge exalts my lost rotten soul lost in terror you writhe as I drive my blade I beckon your name to the fire for I am your nightmare and my eyes that glow colorless space of death
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