Nephilim

Concepts

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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Neph+Will collab Hour (lens sun?)

Willful Horse

Something so abstract i am yet not skilled enough to give it life.