Into The Rage of The New Melancholic Age

The hand of the eastern lantern
Have shed a light on me again
My patterns are discontinued
A blood flow pumped in pain
Send shivers down my skin

O the highest order, o the clearest soul
O the interment, howl in control

Harsh of a promise
The urge of divine
Bend over their feet
I'll earn what's mine

Harsh of a promise
The urge of divine
Bend over their feet
I'll earn what's mine

Ceremonial corruption, under seduction
Sleeping hours, of your last

To hold a glorious march
Hardening a thoughtful desire
You have built no structure
Thou hunger stunned satire

The journey of the thousand candles
Shined you in fear
For you
I have placed fire tears
Only to bring thou here

Agony is terrified
Age is numbered
My longing have waited
For my life to be haunted



Credits
Writer(s): Ibrahim Younis
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