elvira madigan
dark is the seraphim
Falling by numbers before my very eyes The Kin of the Dragons I've slain by birthright And seer grant me courage for I know not the peril That lie ahead down my twisted path  ... So rise, oh Lord... ... Grant me strength, to uphold... Thy kingdom to come Thy death be undone Sleep no longer  For the land below both King and foe Awaits this final day And though fear roams I do know, I do understand What must be done...  Be seated, be afraid for what may come this way For behind these shutters and behind these doors Our story's about to unfold  I gather the will to end my mission With the seven witches tied at the stakes And as the audience is ghasping for air I prepare to revel in the flesh And now the feast is here, as the maidens fair Are cleansed by the flames  Preordained As I falter by every word Summoning all but the Lord himself For as the shape reveals as prophesied in the "good book" It all seams somewhat twisted to what I've Learned to believe to be the man not the beast I've (now) somehow succumbed to without Knowing what made me sacrifice All that's dead to be by the hand of the Lord  ... Oh Lord why have you turned on me?  ... Oh Lord you sought me out Behind this curtain of my everyday life And now it seams the only one to die Is me...     