The Desolate

Enthrope

Like a saint
 Voices fade

 This libertine feeds the melody
 That our silence prevails
 Last one to uphold
 This stagnant void

 ...in peace

 Like Abel beneath Cain
 The lion upon its prey
 Just another violent way
 Rest assure, man will fall
 Beneath oblivions floor
 But even the lions roar
 Will die beneath oblivions core

 Disappear, the Desolate
 This is the way
 It all has to go
 Can I find the strain?
 For me to leave this void

 ...in peace


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