1 Edge of supremacy

Black clouds, they hang about your head,
As judgment billows from ashes.
Black clouds, they hang about your head,
As judgment billows from ashes.
The path you chose is winding down fast,
You dug your grave now in it you must lie.

Soaring through space from another place,
Comes the dying angel.
Fly high tonight for this is the flight of...
The dying angel.

Misguided fool forever lost,
Directionless in your very spite.
Your way was hate and greed and deceit,
Ugliness shines through all that's void inside.

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Your foundations crumble as you fall unaware,
Fear cripples you as you realize.
That path you chose has wound down,
You dug your grave, in it you must lie.


2 Dying Angel

Twilight comes, yet we've just begun.
A million dreams dreamt, a million more.
I was once confused but now I've come to know,
All you could ever be to me is only skin deep.

So bide your time with me and take my hand,
You heart acher, breath taker,
Forever skin deep....

Twilight comes yet we've just begun,
In despite of the truth, you have no soul.
Alive on this earth for love with a woman like you,
I've lost all control of what's really real.

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What's left for me? Will I ever come to grips,
With myself and with you and with love only skin deep.

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But perhaps a day will come,
When we can be one and we can be whole.
But until then...


3 Skin deep

Hours and hours have past as I merge with the emptiness.
My mind runs rampant a death like cold chills me.
I stare into outer space, want imprisons my soul.
I consult myself and then return to where I once was...

Without a sound show me the way,
Said and done, I can't stay.
Without a sound show me the way,
Cradle to Grave.

I feel as if I were dead or perhaps have never lived.
My surroundings grow colder and colder for this it is my place.
Suddenly I gaze beyond my sub-mortal solitude.
More hours pass me by, they crawl past me on hands and knees...

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Hours continue to pass,
Said and done: cradle to grave
Looking back nothing's been won,
Sorry but... I've got to leave it all behind!

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4 Cradle to grave

How could it have come to this?
This is hell warned and preached of.
It was them they created this themselves,
And now the ashes of skeptics fill the gray sickly air.

God No!
This is the Edge of Supremacy,
How could it have come to this?
On the Edge of Supremacy,
The savage is king...

Barely dead in the petrified ooze,
Scavengers in a shimmering hell.
The world has become a panoramic nightmare,
Succumbed to the pressure of it's new way of life.

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Reduced to tears I stop to pray.
Dust Devils shimmer and laugh as they glow.
They haunt the dead seared in incandescent tombs.
How could this be real? How could it have come to this?

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God shed his grace on thee...


5 The presence

Imagine yourself in a distant far off area in a far off
Place you've never been or known of before...

Imagine the full moon illuminating brightly, almost maniacally, through drifting clouds.
The cold night air shimmers as strange sounds emanate from the distance...

Imagine the feeling of extreme confusion, then mortification as you suddenly sense a presence
Before you. It beckons to you, wordless, overpowering. You've never known anything like this
Before. You attempt to utter a sound, a scream but you are unable...

Imagine the fear you felt only moments earlier mysteriously subside.
You're not sure how or why but it all seems beautiful to you.
You recall it with loving remembrance. Meanwhile the presence embarks upon you,
Closer and closer. You attempt again to utter a sound, a moan.
This time you are successful. You welcome the presence with open arms...

It's time..