User:Nephilim
CLOSE THE GATES, WOUND THE MOON, WE DEPART UPON MIDNIGHT, FOLLOW THE NEON LIGHTS
REFORGE YOURSELF, LEAP INTO THE STARLIGHT, BE REBORN ABLAZE
FROSTBITE SPREADS UPON THE SOIL, THE SUN IS A LENS, THE SKY, CRYSTALLIZED, THE CLOCK WHICH DOES NOT TICK
I AM THE SYMPHONY WHICH REFUSES TO END - THE SHOW MUST GO ON, THE NIGHT IS YOUNG AND OUR INNOCENCE YOUNGER
THE WORLD BLEEDS FOR MY PRESENCE, I GRANT THEM FLOWERS WHICH CUT THEIR MINDS, MY TROT SOUNDS OF THE MARCH OF A THOUSAND SOLDIERS
THE SUN IS TAINTED RED BY THE WAILS OF THE PLEASURED - THE FLESH IS UNWILLING, YET THE FANGS STILL DESIRE
THE GLORY CALLS FOR ITS CHILDREN, WATCHING ALL UNDER ITS LIGHT. AND BATHED IN RADIANCE THEY WILL FIND WHAT YOU SEEK
AS I WALKED IN THE BEYOND I WAILED FOR MY OTHER SOUL, I SHED MY SKIN AND WAITED FOR THE SIGN OF DAWN
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Completed Works:
Words Yet Unwritten:
Neph+Will collab Hour (lens sun?)
Werewolf Hour
God of Beginnings
