The Drumming
Sheltered in the dark
Drumming from beneath
Devoures as it calls
Hidden from view
Helpless call
Demon wreathed in nightmares
An Angel Cloven hoofed
Union of ages gone
Beware the river of broken promise
Riddles spun from there bones
There they come
Hill littered when fallen hope
Visions spark the beginning
Blind in a world of sight
Bound in blackend light
Spoken in a far lost tongue
Lies he will spew
Born of a lust and hate
Trust not in Angles
Winged in Ebon
Winters go and summers pass
However theses souls will last
No escape the clutches of a name
This is no game to play
For there is no winning.