I Speak With Verity
Throw the blindfold in the fire
Set aside your raw desire
Behold the truth in flesh and skin
Progenitor of sin
Nought but mask here to admire
Expert acting of a liar
Noble mirage for the eyes
And rotten core within
He sees no value in your life, you fools
You're just an army of weak-minded tools
The march to the grave shall be all of your lore
An ill-mended soul is set only on war
Strong is the one I have seen cast you down
He sat on the throne and was wearing your crown
There is no hope, your future leads to gloom
Inscriptions of shame will be carved on your tomb
No hope remains for you: No hope but one
Slay the bright figure by your hand alone
Or blood like a river will flow 'neath your feet
And all of your strength shall be gone
A voice of order spoke to his ears
As he choked with grief and had eyes filled with tears
The heir was then cast into darkness and void
Which sealed the omen and empowered the fears
His sly, foul, head designed
A plan crafted to fool the mind
A voice convincing every kind
Of soul to wish to be confined
He has a power you are no match for
A sinister bane always craving for more
Resist or march for him wearing his cloak
Till nought remains but the blood, dust and smoke
Speaking of nobility
Fits his capability
It's nothing but gilded lies
Heed, I speak with verity
Set aside your raw desire
Behold the truth in flesh and skin
Progenitor of sin
Nought but mask here to admire
Expert acting of a liar
Noble mirage for the eyes
And rotten core within
He sees no value in your life, you fools
You're just an army of weak-minded tools
The march to the grave shall be all of your lore
An ill-mended soul is set only on war
Strong is the one I have seen cast you down
He sat on the throne and was wearing your crown
There is no hope, your future leads to gloom
Inscriptions of shame will be carved on your tomb
No hope remains for you: No hope but one
Slay the bright figure by your hand alone
Or blood like a river will flow 'neath your feet
And all of your strength shall be gone
A voice of order spoke to his ears
As he choked with grief and had eyes filled with tears
The heir was then cast into darkness and void
Which sealed the omen and empowered the fears
His sly, foul, head designed
A plan crafted to fool the mind
A voice convincing every kind
Of soul to wish to be confined
He has a power you are no match for
A sinister bane always craving for more
Resist or march for him wearing his cloak
Till nought remains but the blood, dust and smoke
Speaking of nobility
Fits his capability
It's nothing but gilded lies
Heed, I speak with verity
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Writer(s): Peter Nagy
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