1. OOZING FROM THE URN

Many Moons, and time has past
Forgotten ruins, since this tale's told last
Nature's claimed those grounds above
But Beneath our allegiance it Stirs
It's Grown

All of those, the many who've scribed
Our Kin, Our Pride
His patience prevails, dormant he's lied
But now with my call, he will rise, Janos will rise?

I pass this to sons who serve
Gathered by our fire's light
To pay for the pact of blood, and stand by his bidding, unite
Just like before
Reaping the spoils, protecting our lines
A pound of flesh, ingrained, but also a right
An honor, A curse,
But for both sides, without it, averse
And Blood will have to be spilt
A Dark lords survival, we'll fight
In silence, entombed, in it's chambers
It's oozed from it's urn
From arched blackened crypts, my message was sent
A parasite's symbiotic return...

Festering mass of this blackness
It's thoughts have never left my mind
But now since it's crept from it's vessel of ash
Pacing new prisons, It's frustrations are mine

What it wants is to join the first of it's kind
Leaving Us to be carried through a passage in time
We must carry it, And it's calling

It knows not of the strength it will regain
That is not ours to care
But to give just a piece of each one
It's only chance to repair
Until it's morphed into something
To be passed on to the hands we'll not see
That, commands obedience
In this purpose we'll bleed

Traverse
The Source and then beyond
Exchange it's dark thoughts past
What befalls us matters not
For what is handed off will outlast
To take this journey, by this pact born here
From bloodtied essence of what we are to it
We must Adhere

Enslaved...
But only to the will to survive
This has always been it's strength
Resonate in minds this darkness must thrive
The realm of the living, and not where it's been kept
In a different form, It's wisdom, from death
And the path crossed over to here again
To mold an existence
Visualized, then willed to be

To the gate, Through the divide, Continuum


2. THE KING'S CURSE

Blistered flesh, A human life, Now tissue rotting
From the inside out, Forgotten Being
Left to Die this day, As skin starts to rupture
Brought to the king a coin with angel's marks
Thought to believe this cure would come
Placed upon the boiled blistered mass
The King's Evil Betrays

A lifeless object rittled with decay
The touch of a coin, A life to my grave
Forgotten past of mass bodies to be burnt
The king was thought to have saved
The curse has come to pass
Not knowing of the deadly sin
Which waits the coins past
The King's Evil Betrays

Spreading out across the land
As victims start to die
Passing on the knowledge
Of the coins lies
Many have went before the King
To cure this evil inside
Watching the land around him
Filling with disease
Not knowing of the curse
The angel's marks now leave

Fleshless bodied walking dead
Rancid filled pockets
Puss stagnant pools of blood
Festering inside infection builds
Pain tortured soul
Cast out to darkness
From a sickness without control
Named and cursed
From the Cure, I can see my death
Kill Me
Darkness
Kill Me

Helpless to heal the population declines
As generations are erased
Are Erased
As this evil prevails
Alone, myself, prepare for my demise
My demise

Fallen, the darkness surrounds my soul
Distorting the judgement in my mind
Fading away, I leave behind
The curse of coin, The King's Evil Betrays
Death becomes me
Awaiting my place in time
Consumed by this evil
The coin has passed through bloodlines

King's Evil
King's Curse