Storm On The Abyss : Quintessence of the Lost Twilight
Letras
1. UPON A BLEAK VISTA OF WONDER AND FEAR
Brooding silhouettes, dark waves of fear.
Haunted obscurity, beneath muted light.
Upon the face of the deep, they call forth the gloom.
Upon the face of the deep, they call forth the doom.
Shifting shadows, looming shades of dread.
Falling essence, astrayed into dusk.
Upon the face of the deep, they call forth the gloom.
Upon the face of the deep, they call forth the doom.
2. COLD AUTUMN MOURNING
Cassandra!
Lived there by herself.
No one near by.
Seven miles from town.
Lived in a house,
On a small farm,
Deep in the woods,
Far from anyone.
It had been two long years since he had marched off north.
Marched off to darkened lands, rivers of blood, ponds of death.
She knew in her heart that he would come home to her.
Come home and leave this damned and wretched war behind!
( Part I: The full moon was out, shining its pale gloom through the darkened forest. Cassandra sat on her porch and listened to the sounds of the night. She sang a haunting tune that echoed deep into the foggy forest - a tune that she had often sang for her husband, long long ago. She was lost in thought as a strange mist rolled down the path. She lifted her head and saw a shadow in the mist, a faceless apparition looming like a nightmare. It drifted through the fog and took on an eerie black shape of a man. She screamed into the night as she dropped her cup to the floor. Terrified she ran into the house to grab the gun. She bolted the door shut and almost fainted as her heart nearly beat out of her chest. But all was quite outside, just a slight breeze moaning through the window. Moments passed by and she began to second-guess what she had saw. Perhaps it was the shadow of a tree or the scarecrow in the garden.' The moonlight was shining though the window, as a cold breeze whistled through. Still something was out of place, something was wrong in the air. The room grew cold as ice and a chill of despair crept up her spine. She stared at her trembling hands, something was very wrong in the air. She lifted her head and saw the dark shadow looming behind the moonlit window. She screamed and fired the gun. Glass and wood exploded everywhere as the sound of the gunshot echoed far into the desolate forest. Shaking like a leaf, Cassandra gathered her courage to take a look. Suddenly she caught a familiar scent in the air, No!! She screamed in fear. Quickly she opened the door, fearing the greatest fear that she could possibly think. But there was nothing there, just broken glass and splintered wood scattered everywhere. )
Shadow in the moonlight.
Faceless obscurity.
Deadly mist of darkness.
Blackened plume of misery.
Cassandra!
Lived there by herself.
No one near by.
Seven miles from town.
Lived in a small house,
On a small farm,
Nestled deep in the woods,
Far from anyone.
( Part II: Later that morning she sat on her porch, as the rain fell from the heavens above. Her house was so cold inside, as was her soul. Something was still wrong with the air. Up the trail slowly walked reverend Charles and his wife Annabel. The reverend had his bible folded in his arm and his head was lowered to the ground. A moment of clarity washed over her as she felt her heat break into a thousand pieces. She tried to back away into the cold house, but Annabel grabbed her trembling hands. Cassandra began to cry out as Annabel hugged her in her arms. Reverend Charles put his hand on her shoulder and she fell in a heap of sorrow, and screamed to the world. )
Cassandra
Cassandra
Cassandra
Cassandra
3. ASTRAY WITHIN THE SILENCE OF THE MIST
There they writhe, stripped of all hope and purpose.
Damned for all time, to dwell within mists of despair.
Their doom was forged, in fires of tragedy and fervor.
And when the end came, they ignored the light.
Arise, oh dark plume of abhorrence,
And cast forth your icy chill.
Forever lost in a fog, of anguish and isolation,
They rove within the gloom, and misery of endless night.
Upon fields of blood, they wander vast seas of time.
Perpetually drifting in the lands, of death and moonlight.
Damned and despondent entities,
Astray within the silence of the mist.
4. FLUTTER OF THE ASHEN LIGHT
Adorned in red and golden shadows,
Light glistens before dawns bitter chill.
A gentle breeze of the black mist moans,
Echoing across a great lake of emptiness
5. QUINTESSENCE OF THE LOST TWILIGHT
Quintessence of the Lost Twilight
So vast is the tranquil resonance of this once lost harmony,
Looming beyond the silence and shadows of the night.
The majesty and splendor of this mighty citadel of dreams,
Lies far beyond the common realms of perception and awareness.
There are shades within the shadows of this lost twilight.
Lurking just underneath a veil of solitude and desolation.
The clandestine luminescence of some unseen moonlight,
Seems to saturate far into the turbulence of this silent abyss.
They are the everlasting sentinels of a kingdom long forgotten.
Guardians of the nightly splendor, keepers of the lost gloom.
6. THE JEWEL OF CASSIOPEIA
So silent the moon glides
Through this windless night,
Radiating its lunar glow
Into vast southern horizon.
Agony is here echoing across
Forests and frosty meadows,
And a ghostly mist
Slowly rises from the warm pond.
The foul stench of death
Saturates deep into autumn air,
As the wails of the fallen
Cry out from darkness beyond.
The stars glisten far above
The crawling and the bleeding,
Cascading like rivers of silver
Poring onto the blackened void.
Their thirst is great as they
Slither in to drink the water.
Up far into the trees above,
Patiently awaits winged shadows.
A few gaze into the murky
Depths as the light slowly fades,
While others peer far into
The vistas of infinity and wonder.
Into the northern sky they gaze
Upon this shimmering crown,
As the fall mist slowly drifts
Over their broken dying bodies.
7. THIS LIGHT THAT FADES
Each night grows colder,
Longer and more dark.
And this fu**ing ice
Will never thaw again.
Dark decends.
On fading light.
Storm unleashed,
On endless night.
Lightning streaks,
Through the sky.
From the black,
The mist will rise.
This foul despised wind,
Howls its repulsive chill,
As the long shadows
Shift before the dying sun.
Dark decends.
On fading light.
Storm unleashed,
On endless night.
Lightning streaks,
Through the sky.
From the black,
The mist will rise.
8. BENEATH THE ICE
The light above glimmers with absolute radiance, shining through the icy barrier with warm rays of gold. It seems very close, but yet so far away. Below this frozen layer lies uncharted depths, a darkness silently calling, but always, always pulling. The light above grows much dimmer now, the sparkle less hopeful. Silently drifting away, far beneath the ice.
9. WHITE SENTINEL
Thrive in seclusion.
White creature of night.
Descend into darkness.
Sink into the mire.
Ascend oh malformed guardian of the deep,
Ashen spirit of despondency and dread.
Distorted white flesh.
Slithering from the light.
Flourish in isolation.
Shadow in the deep.
Descend oh foul and malignant nightmare,
Pallid apparition of suffering and fear.
10. REBIRTH OF THE ANCIENTS
Rebirth of the Ancients
There, in the fire,
Burning, for release.
Reign of darkness.
Aching for chaos.
Slumbering shadows.
Waiting guardians.
Longing for ages,
To writhe once again!
Feeding on opulence.
Harmony in decimation.
Storm of tragedy.
Stability in suffering.
There, in the water,
Underneath all the ice.
Hibernation
Is coming to an end.
The ice is cracking.
Awakening titans.
Hungered for eons,
To break free once again!
Thriving on sickness.
Obtaining balance.
Inevitability
Healing with misery.
11. SPHERE OF OBLIVION
Dead and lifeless entity, force of timeless destruction,
Gaze upon this omegan pulse of annihilation.
Blaze forth your dark radiance.
Darkness spinning, destroy and creating.
Silent elements of decimation
Serpent, Archer and the Scorpion
Vile storm of suffering, dark luminary of death.
Venomous corpse from beyond the shores of night.
Fate looms just behind
The black dust and the horizon.
And again, the winds of doom
Shall gust at winter's dawn.
12. A DARK SPIRALING KALEIDOSCOPE OF DESOLATION AND REGRET
The field glowed softly in the autumn moonlight,
As the black forest bled utter darkness.
Across the tormented field, frost slowly formed,
And venom drifted through the cold air.
Below the moon and stars, monoliths reflected light,
And fog slowly crept from the edges of the weald.
Slithering looming vapor, was silent as the dead,
And a chill of suffering permeated the fall air.
Whisper from the moonlight,
And a cry in the wind
( Why did they ignore the light? )
No wind blew forth, as the mist rolled on in,
And the air was still, like the bowels of a tomb.
No cricket dined, not even a nightingale,
Only the defining silence of the cold unknown.
And then it seethed into an abhorrent silhouette,
And defining cries wailed forth in complete silence.
Tormented in a resonance of misery and blood,
The cold mass lurched out into the moonlight.
They laid upon Brock field,
Hundreds, lifeless and still.
Some would find their way home,
For others the battle rages on
Brooding silhouettes, dark waves of fear.
Haunted obscurity, beneath muted light.
Upon the face of the deep, they call forth the gloom.
Upon the face of the deep, they call forth the doom.
Shifting shadows, looming shades of dread.
Falling essence, astrayed into dusk.
Upon the face of the deep, they call forth the gloom.
Upon the face of the deep, they call forth the doom.
2. COLD AUTUMN MOURNING
Cassandra!
Lived there by herself.
No one near by.
Seven miles from town.
Lived in a house,
On a small farm,
Deep in the woods,
Far from anyone.
It had been two long years since he had marched off north.
Marched off to darkened lands, rivers of blood, ponds of death.
She knew in her heart that he would come home to her.
Come home and leave this damned and wretched war behind!
( Part I: The full moon was out, shining its pale gloom through the darkened forest. Cassandra sat on her porch and listened to the sounds of the night. She sang a haunting tune that echoed deep into the foggy forest - a tune that she had often sang for her husband, long long ago. She was lost in thought as a strange mist rolled down the path. She lifted her head and saw a shadow in the mist, a faceless apparition looming like a nightmare. It drifted through the fog and took on an eerie black shape of a man. She screamed into the night as she dropped her cup to the floor. Terrified she ran into the house to grab the gun. She bolted the door shut and almost fainted as her heart nearly beat out of her chest. But all was quite outside, just a slight breeze moaning through the window. Moments passed by and she began to second-guess what she had saw. Perhaps it was the shadow of a tree or the scarecrow in the garden.' The moonlight was shining though the window, as a cold breeze whistled through. Still something was out of place, something was wrong in the air. The room grew cold as ice and a chill of despair crept up her spine. She stared at her trembling hands, something was very wrong in the air. She lifted her head and saw the dark shadow looming behind the moonlit window. She screamed and fired the gun. Glass and wood exploded everywhere as the sound of the gunshot echoed far into the desolate forest. Shaking like a leaf, Cassandra gathered her courage to take a look. Suddenly she caught a familiar scent in the air, No!! She screamed in fear. Quickly she opened the door, fearing the greatest fear that she could possibly think. But there was nothing there, just broken glass and splintered wood scattered everywhere. )
Shadow in the moonlight.
Faceless obscurity.
Deadly mist of darkness.
Blackened plume of misery.
Cassandra!
Lived there by herself.
No one near by.
Seven miles from town.
Lived in a small house,
On a small farm,
Nestled deep in the woods,
Far from anyone.
( Part II: Later that morning she sat on her porch, as the rain fell from the heavens above. Her house was so cold inside, as was her soul. Something was still wrong with the air. Up the trail slowly walked reverend Charles and his wife Annabel. The reverend had his bible folded in his arm and his head was lowered to the ground. A moment of clarity washed over her as she felt her heat break into a thousand pieces. She tried to back away into the cold house, but Annabel grabbed her trembling hands. Cassandra began to cry out as Annabel hugged her in her arms. Reverend Charles put his hand on her shoulder and she fell in a heap of sorrow, and screamed to the world. )
Cassandra
Cassandra
Cassandra
Cassandra
3. ASTRAY WITHIN THE SILENCE OF THE MIST
There they writhe, stripped of all hope and purpose.
Damned for all time, to dwell within mists of despair.
Their doom was forged, in fires of tragedy and fervor.
And when the end came, they ignored the light.
Arise, oh dark plume of abhorrence,
And cast forth your icy chill.
Forever lost in a fog, of anguish and isolation,
They rove within the gloom, and misery of endless night.
Upon fields of blood, they wander vast seas of time.
Perpetually drifting in the lands, of death and moonlight.
Damned and despondent entities,
Astray within the silence of the mist.
4. FLUTTER OF THE ASHEN LIGHT
Adorned in red and golden shadows,
Light glistens before dawns bitter chill.
A gentle breeze of the black mist moans,
Echoing across a great lake of emptiness
5. QUINTESSENCE OF THE LOST TWILIGHT
Quintessence of the Lost Twilight
So vast is the tranquil resonance of this once lost harmony,
Looming beyond the silence and shadows of the night.
The majesty and splendor of this mighty citadel of dreams,
Lies far beyond the common realms of perception and awareness.
There are shades within the shadows of this lost twilight.
Lurking just underneath a veil of solitude and desolation.
The clandestine luminescence of some unseen moonlight,
Seems to saturate far into the turbulence of this silent abyss.
They are the everlasting sentinels of a kingdom long forgotten.
Guardians of the nightly splendor, keepers of the lost gloom.
6. THE JEWEL OF CASSIOPEIA
So silent the moon glides
Through this windless night,
Radiating its lunar glow
Into vast southern horizon.
Agony is here echoing across
Forests and frosty meadows,
And a ghostly mist
Slowly rises from the warm pond.
The foul stench of death
Saturates deep into autumn air,
As the wails of the fallen
Cry out from darkness beyond.
The stars glisten far above
The crawling and the bleeding,
Cascading like rivers of silver
Poring onto the blackened void.
Their thirst is great as they
Slither in to drink the water.
Up far into the trees above,
Patiently awaits winged shadows.
A few gaze into the murky
Depths as the light slowly fades,
While others peer far into
The vistas of infinity and wonder.
Into the northern sky they gaze
Upon this shimmering crown,
As the fall mist slowly drifts
Over their broken dying bodies.
7. THIS LIGHT THAT FADES
Each night grows colder,
Longer and more dark.
And this fu**ing ice
Will never thaw again.
Dark decends.
On fading light.
Storm unleashed,
On endless night.
Lightning streaks,
Through the sky.
From the black,
The mist will rise.
This foul despised wind,
Howls its repulsive chill,
As the long shadows
Shift before the dying sun.
Dark decends.
On fading light.
Storm unleashed,
On endless night.
Lightning streaks,
Through the sky.
From the black,
The mist will rise.
8. BENEATH THE ICE
The light above glimmers with absolute radiance, shining through the icy barrier with warm rays of gold. It seems very close, but yet so far away. Below this frozen layer lies uncharted depths, a darkness silently calling, but always, always pulling. The light above grows much dimmer now, the sparkle less hopeful. Silently drifting away, far beneath the ice.
9. WHITE SENTINEL
Thrive in seclusion.
White creature of night.
Descend into darkness.
Sink into the mire.
Ascend oh malformed guardian of the deep,
Ashen spirit of despondency and dread.
Distorted white flesh.
Slithering from the light.
Flourish in isolation.
Shadow in the deep.
Descend oh foul and malignant nightmare,
Pallid apparition of suffering and fear.
10. REBIRTH OF THE ANCIENTS
Rebirth of the Ancients
There, in the fire,
Burning, for release.
Reign of darkness.
Aching for chaos.
Slumbering shadows.
Waiting guardians.
Longing for ages,
To writhe once again!
Feeding on opulence.
Harmony in decimation.
Storm of tragedy.
Stability in suffering.
There, in the water,
Underneath all the ice.
Hibernation
Is coming to an end.
The ice is cracking.
Awakening titans.
Hungered for eons,
To break free once again!
Thriving on sickness.
Obtaining balance.
Inevitability
Healing with misery.
11. SPHERE OF OBLIVION
Dead and lifeless entity, force of timeless destruction,
Gaze upon this omegan pulse of annihilation.
Blaze forth your dark radiance.
Darkness spinning, destroy and creating.
Silent elements of decimation
Serpent, Archer and the Scorpion
Vile storm of suffering, dark luminary of death.
Venomous corpse from beyond the shores of night.
Fate looms just behind
The black dust and the horizon.
And again, the winds of doom
Shall gust at winter's dawn.
12. A DARK SPIRALING KALEIDOSCOPE OF DESOLATION AND REGRET
The field glowed softly in the autumn moonlight,
As the black forest bled utter darkness.
Across the tormented field, frost slowly formed,
And venom drifted through the cold air.
Below the moon and stars, monoliths reflected light,
And fog slowly crept from the edges of the weald.
Slithering looming vapor, was silent as the dead,
And a chill of suffering permeated the fall air.
Whisper from the moonlight,
And a cry in the wind
( Why did they ignore the light? )
No wind blew forth, as the mist rolled on in,
And the air was still, like the bowels of a tomb.
No cricket dined, not even a nightingale,
Only the defining silence of the cold unknown.
And then it seethed into an abhorrent silhouette,
And defining cries wailed forth in complete silence.
Tormented in a resonance of misery and blood,
The cold mass lurched out into the moonlight.
They laid upon Brock field,
Hundreds, lifeless and still.
Some would find their way home,
For others the battle rages on
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