Where the Horrors Thrive

By Cloak

On The Burning Dawn

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I am the cancer that quells the witchering hearts of man

And I am the urge in the veins of the pure

For in that darkest corner within your darkest dream, awaits the burning dawn of glory

In the shadow lands where the old ghosts dance, the night begins to sing

And the heavens fade with the remnants ofa dying sun

I am the dark you fear, I am the fear of the dark

The heart ceases to bear at the center of a hollow world

I am the dagger that stabs

We are murderers of light

Come children heed the tune, the Devil's luring croon

Now take me where the horrors thrive

O secrets of the deep, what lurid tales they speak, in astral realms where illusions die

I am the burning sky, which scars the final tomb

I am the grip of death that spawned from Lilith's womb

And I am the wind that blows your monuments of sand

Dark is the world I reign!