1. KINGDOM APOCALYPSE

Frail sunset, bleed one last tear
Before the tears turn to blood.
I recall how all was crystalised
Moments before the balance broke.

When horizon cried its rage
And the fall was forseen
In garments of crimson it came,
Breeding the end within.

Stars fell
From their thrones of divine flames,
A cruel night smothered all creation
In hell-born wrath.

The barren earth
Was stormed by a leaden rain
And painted black with pain,
Cries of broken lives resounded...
Burned out...

Death, stripped of its myst'ry
Came at last to harvest the fields of men,
There inside, deep in the core of cosmos,
Reason of life was lost away.

Behold our kingdom so glorious,
Thought once to be invincible:
Ash and flames, heritage ever-burning
Of a kingdom called Apocalypse.

Dispelled the mist of illusion
Our eyes reached to see
The nothingness that we are,
Self-gods of misery.

I drown my soul in these flames,
Where the hollow being dissolves,
Where void decreed the grave for its sons.

Has there ever been a meaning
To this life, our volitions and deeds?
Outstretched souls forever,
Never to hold the infinite.

Close on me your cage of fire,
Sweep away by storm
The embers of reality.


2. SWANCRY

Pt. I – Harvest

Time,
Your greedy talons on me
Tearing off the colours of life
In blood have I drawn it.

Years have run like seconds,
Forced mind to grow old.
Cursed memories tower in my heart,
Where barren darkness dwells unbound.

Unveils the truth:
Death alone have I known.

Rush my struggle to an end,
Rest this soul in rotten heavens.
How could I just try to show no remorse?
My wounds bleed out my woe each waking morn.
As the hollowness grows...
And grows...

Don't let me see
What has become of me
Fate steered me.

All lies...
Times so old...

Death hid in shadows
On those times of mourn.
Drove my hands,
Drove me to downfall.

Such an end now disclosed,
Such a void in which to fall.


Pt. II – The War Diaries

A child raised by the sword
Predestined for war and hatred.
Death his mistress and coin
Had no choice, no way out.

Life in me was strong
As I began to die,
Drowning in the blood I shed
My heart was turning dry.

Slaughter just for its sake,
The only thing I conceived.
One sore need: to annihilate.
They forged this soul
That for blood it craved.

War's the only means
When in a heart despaired
Holds its darkest tyranny
This hatred uncontrolled,
Unquenchable.


Pt. III – Swancry

Tell me how to live again
Once evoked the darkest visions?
I see no way
Wriggling out of mortal madness.

We shed our blood
To feed our vainglorious aims.
And through these ruins resounds
Unheeded
Our swancry.