A Plague upon Thee

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A Plague upon Thee

Virago

Dark skies are burning red
Down where there is no sun
Demons flee, overwhelming dread
Hell has been overrun

This mistress – So fearless
Descending – Where devils reign
Rebellious – Ferocious
Unyielding – Breaking the chain

Weighed down by spoils of war
In this world of fire
Followed by a furious corps
Gold lights her desire

This mistress – So fearless
Descending – Where devils reign
Rebellious – Ferocious
Unyielding – Breaking the chain

Strange creatures
False preachers
The prince is in her way
The ones who
will stand to
They will get hell to pay

This mistress – So fearless
Descending – Where devils reign
Rebellious – Ferocious
Unyielding – Breaking the chain

Ascending – Uprising
Her story – Will defy
Undying – Enduring
Her memory – Will never die

Tempest

From dawn ‘til darkest night
Suffering, your birthright
Encircled by the dead
The moon has turned blood red

From dusk ‘til early morn
All hope will be forlorn
The faithful cry and grieve
A given promise will deceive

The first was a conqueror
The second vile
The third bore the scales with a crooked smile
The fourth was the one
To witness the end of time

The break of a new day
Old sins are washed away
When this creation dies
From ashen lands now man will rise

The first was a conqueror
The second vile
The third bore the scales with a crooked smile
The fourth was the one
To witness the end of time

Usurp the throne
Take the crowns of fallen foes
Leave the resilient scarred
And the innocent in throes
Drain all the pabulum
Bleed the weak and frailv Vanquish all faith
Leave a trail of corpses pale

The first was a conqueror
The second vile
The third bore the scales with a crooked smile
The fourth was the one
To witness the end of time

The first was a conqueror
The second vile
The third bore the scales with a crooked smile
The fourth was the one
To witness the end of time

Glass and Sun

Pain and bitter strife
Hands deep in the soil
Sentenced to a life
In this mortal coil

Harrowing domain
Build it to His glory
Worshiping in vain
Throughout history

Seeking – Striving
Searching – For hope

Sights to see – So splendidly
Glass and sun – Becomes one
Choirs soar – To heaven and more
Endless strife, in this life

All of woman born
Mournful lullabies
Feeling naught but scorn
True divine despise

Seeking – Striving
Searching – For hope
Seeking – Striving
Searching – For hope

Sights to see – So splendidly
Glass and sun – Becomes one
Choirs soar – To heaven and more
Endless strife, in this life

Sights to see – So splendidly
Glass and sun – Becomes one
Choirs soar – To heaven and more
Endless strife, in this life

Sights to see – So splendidly
Glass and sun – Becomes one
Choirs soar – To heaven and more
One more breath, until death

Anchorhold

Locked in a cell with no door
Serving the trinity
Fooled into this sacred chore
Praying perpetually

Dark nights are spent all alone
Days turning into years
Knees on a floor made of stone
Cursed are these poor volunteers

Anchorhold – Truth unfold
Anchorhold – Lost and cold
Regrets are a thousandfold

Listening for one more word
Silence has filled the room
Now the voice can not be heard
The chamber now only a tomb

Anchorhold – Truth unfold
Anchorhold – Lost and cold
Regrets are a thousandfold

Anchorhold – Truth unfold
Anchorhold – Lost and cold
Regrets are a thousandfold

Anchorhold – Truth unfold
Anchorhold – Lost and cold
Regrets are a thousandfold

Sacrament of Avarice

Evangelist scolds the lowly
But still commits deeds unholy
The clergyman, without shame
Drawn to the gold, like moth to flame

In vile disguise, sin betrothing
A hungry wolf in sheep’s clothing
Among the weak they find prey
Begin to spin gold to hay

Preaching words horrifying
Selling hope to the dying
Leeching life from the masses
Bleeding them dry

A letter signed in devotion
Another drop in the ocean
A false escape coins will buy
Elude the Pit when it’s time to die

Preaching words horrifying
Selling hope to the dying
Leeching life from the masses
Bleeding them dry

Preaching words horrifying
Selling hope to the dying
Leeching life from the masses
Bleeding them dry

Preaching words horrifying
Selling hope to the dying
While the years slowly passes
Feeding the lie

From the Athanor

Searching for things obscure
Death shall haunt them nevermore

So much more than lead to gold
Shape existence in this mould

Mortality
This secrecy

The bellows blow
By embers glow
Insight will grow
With morning dew
Begin to brew
A purpose true

Brimstone, sulphur, mercury
True enlightenment to thee

Mortality
This secrecy

The bellows blow
By embers glow
Insight will grow
With morning dew
Begin to brew
A purpose true

Mortality
This secrecy

The bellows blow
By embers glow
Insight will grow
With morning dew
Begin to brew
A purpose true

To Arrive

[Instrumental]

Saint Yersinia

Walking forth,
spreading her gift of misery
Withered eyes that still see

Poor or noble,
young or elderly
All receive equally

She has no pilgrims
No voices sing her hymns
Man is the victim
A chalice filled to the brim

Shadows gather and a
baneful shape does appear
Time has come, she is here

She has no pilgrims
No voices sing her hymns
Man is the victim
A chalice filled to the brim

“Rich men, trust not in wealth,
Gold cannot buy you health;
Physic himself must-fade.
All things to end are made,
The plague full swift goes by;
I am sick, I must die.” – A Litany in Time of Plague: Thomas Nashe (1567 – c. 1601)

She has no pilgrims
No voices sing her hymns
Man is the victim
A chalice filled to the brim

She has no pilgrims
No voices sing her hymns
Man is the victim
A chalice filled to the brim

She is fading away
Soon there dawns a new day
A new age, oh so pale
Will arrive

All will carry the weight
Through Yersinia’s gate
So alone and so frail
So alive

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