Starcave, Depths and Chained

Slumbering in swamps 
drowned my purest power 
for centuries to see 
a dawn to come 

I watch it every step it takes 
as it grabs mu thorned soul 
coiled in black ulcers 
wounded to feel the pain in joy 

Wounded to stand the suffering 
and see them be condemned for ever 
Hurt to grow black scars 
to show them all our might 

see them come in bloody streams 
formed by living satanic dreams 

The sound of humans poundering heart 
that stole so many precious moments 
is stabbed to silence, and turned to wonder 

For us, sounds of lovely pain. 

A touch of death stains their souls 
Above where angles dwelled 
Above all might defenced of life 
and whom in every man shall be remembered 

Buried in a bloodred doom 
No end shall find a key 
to set them free and relieve their burdens 
Nothing is to be forgiven