Seven Stars Unseen - Black Anvil

Raven sight through the wolven eyes

One purpose redeemed as the fires feed the night

Nocturnal eternal

Left alone are you worthy of the sacrifice

Take My hand may your burning flesh envelope Me

Stench of Death this caress develope entropy

It may take another hundred years until you see…

That on this path in Death may I be free!

We have stood on the edges of existence

We have drawn back

The curtain stained with time

In the end We have become

As the serpent spit the tongue

On this path unholy liberty

Setting sun what has become

Now vanquish end of days

I Quaerere Ut Mortem Non Vitare Me

Some things are better left unchanged

Intrinsic engaged

Only a moment then the second stage…

Seven stars await your majesty

Climbing towards the precipice

A glimpse away eternity after you and Me