Past broken dreams
Nothing but blood and memories.
The Godless Judge
While the waiting wait
And the victims lose their strength
Their fight being their survival
Their survival being their God
Their fear being their salvation
For those afraid stop.
And the godless survive on fear alone.
The damned their cattle.
The lost their friends.
Dreams and clouds.
Upon disgrace of lost Suns.
The anointment
Of the dance of doom
The blessed nataraj
Becomes the hand of the greater chaos
Consumption my weapon
Hunger my power
Fascination
The power given by the gods
Now I'm just as power hungry as them
Fear being my hunger
Rejoicing in my reception
Of the reality of weakness
Minutes go by
And I can't think of anything else
The godless ones hear your words
your doom is their perception
The dance of doom
Consumes my dreams
Minutes go by
And I can't think of anything else
power is coming to me
And for minutes
I can't think of anything else.