Architect of Darkness - Dodheimsgard

Recreant deeds

In lightless places

They pick my bones

And hide their faces

They pick my bones

And sing their praises

(With) no heart of our own

Still forced to take it

Into minds and onto hands

I set my seed at zero

I object to your demands

The dull ache of twisting space

Grinding teeth

Devouring mouths to mutter

Words without grace

What lies beneath…

…The ocean of ideas?

Shame or repentance?

Curled up and ready to strike

Until the earth has perished

And once again

Ready to create something like…

…You and I

Ritual re-enactment

In selfsame glory

Reliving life’s every wing

I shred my memories

To no longer think

Down the bottomless pit

Sink dignity sink

What story is there to tell?

God taught his children to hate

Onwards my journey to hell

What was my fatal mistake?

A liberty that will never acquit

Eating me up bit by bit

Something I came to depend on

Once adored, but now gone

Don’t fear the frown

From the tongue-washed disdain

Don’t hear the slander

When no one remains

Don’t wear no crown

When they shout your name

Don’t carry the burden

Don’t suffer the blame

When every side is met

…To no purpose

For a consciousness in debt

How I hung upon these thoughts

Of a flawed life’s rightful duel

To encounter what come may

And forever suffer through…

One’s own beating heart

Forced to separate

From the one you love

…And ever so desperate

For a fresh start

No virtue paid to solve regret

…All but wishes, but nothing yet