Reflections
In the belly of the infernal abyss, we were the playthings of a malevolent force
The all-powerful, the eternal
He held us in his grasp, and with every second that passed, he reminded us of our helplessness
Through me the way to the city of woe
Through me the way to everlasting pain
Through me the way among the lost
The master of our agony, the architect of our suffering
He stripped away our humanity, layer by excruciating layer.
We were his puppets, our pain, his symphony
This hatred was a palpable force, wrapping around us, constricting us, suffocating us.
He would never let us forget that we were nothing more than his creations, bound forever to his whims and why?
For they refused themselves to serve our Lord
And unto Lucifer turned all their love
The vanity of the riches, which on earth
Is morn and eve by all the generations
Round through that air with solid darkness stain'd
Like to the sand that in the whirlwind flies
We screamed, but our cries were swallowed by the void, unheard, unheeded
And as the days turned into years, and the years into an eternity
All that remained was the pain, and the hate, and the relentless, unending call of the deep darkness below
The all-powerful, the eternal
He held us in his grasp, and with every second that passed, he reminded us of our helplessness
Through me the way to the city of woe
Through me the way to everlasting pain
Through me the way among the lost
The master of our agony, the architect of our suffering
He stripped away our humanity, layer by excruciating layer.
We were his puppets, our pain, his symphony
This hatred was a palpable force, wrapping around us, constricting us, suffocating us.
He would never let us forget that we were nothing more than his creations, bound forever to his whims and why?
For they refused themselves to serve our Lord
And unto Lucifer turned all their love
The vanity of the riches, which on earth
Is morn and eve by all the generations
Round through that air with solid darkness stain'd
Like to the sand that in the whirlwind flies
We screamed, but our cries were swallowed by the void, unheard, unheeded
And as the days turned into years, and the years into an eternity
All that remained was the pain, and the hate, and the relentless, unending call of the deep darkness below
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Writer(s): Jeroen Serdijn
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