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*Chorus*Darkness is from above
And the light ascends from shadows
The coldness of the world, only melts our happieness away
The warmth is an illusion that freezes all emotion*Chorus*

The only truth in this life is evil
Purity is false...
When the only reason one
Someone choose to do the right thing
Is for their own self salvation.

Darkness if from above
And the light ascends from the shadows
Ice shall melt this world
Only to be frozen by the sun

Darkness is true
It is evil in true form
It will tell you no lies
And it will never change
It's goal will always be
to taint the hearts of man

Darkness is from above
And light is truly shadow
That freezes your secretes and lies
And only the warmth of darkness shall melt those lyes

Darkness does not hide where it lives
It is true
Although it might tainted
It's the true path of honesty

Darkness is from above
And the light ascends from our darkest shadows
Darkness might freeze our hearts
But light melts them away

Light is a wound
That pierces your soul
It is the birth of sins
And the death of mankind

Darkness is from above
Here to shadow light's illusions
Time stands still and frozen
Waiting for our souls to burn away

*Chorusx2*

Death of Poetry

The death of poetry
Is they death of my being
Of my passion and desire
And my soul burning fire
Will be washed away
In the tide of this dark world

Where the water has now turned to blood
And the ground beneath our feet smells of rotting flesh
Our rubys and pearls
Destory the beauty we once cherished

Our clothes our close to dust
The sun will produce darkness
And heat converted to cold
They day that poetry dies
Is when our lives belong to old legends

When beautys luster has long since passed
And the mutalated freaks that once wher known as man
Roam this image of earth
And trees take oxygen instead of producing it
Roses will kill by their lethal smell

While birds sing no longer calling the moring sun
But calling the hand of death
We shall finaly realise that the death of poetry
Has long since been done

Muse's Abandonment

They day that poetry
Is buried 6 feet under
is the day of reckoning
for all man's wonders

They muses desert us
and never come again
they rob us
So joy never begins

They steal our hearts
Rob us of lust
Our passions they steal
Leaving only mistrust

Never again shall we be inspired
By the beauty around us
Or even by
A womens bust

No longer do we know
Happiness names
For the muses left us
Without her rein

Besieges us
Depressions has willed
For we are it's garden
Freshed to be tilled

The seeds of doubt
Soak in our earth
No longer is wonder
Known at birth

It will be long since forgotten
As long as the tress that grow
In our fresh soil
That we will always loath.

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