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huntress of stars – upon this corpse my conquest be inscribed كلمات اغاني

for the war, this clash of cults, had spilled to this sacred place
bodies piled up before the dark cavern’s maw and set aflame
served as an ominous portent for the horror i’d find within

the sentries, my mentors, who sheltered me from the sun
i beheld them, crushed and trampled
emboweled, and left to rot
their bodies, eviscerated, their faces frozen in fear
thе stench of death, lingering
likе a shroud over this doomed shrine

one sentry among the dead, still drew her last, precious breaths
which she gladly spent cursing me for unleashing this fate upon the sanctum
she knew not who murdered them:
the sun cult or my disciples
such distinctions seemed so meaningless and futile now

then, from deeper in the cavern, the sound of voices emanated
in terror i realized those who had slain the sentries
still remained herein
and, now, drew closer

i left my friend to die alone, her blood still warm on my hands
and turned to flee from the cavern i once called home
footsteps echoed, closing in behind me, as i made haste
to escape from the pursuing swarm
yet just as i felt the air from outside drifting in
they ran me down and, screaming, pulled me into the sun

with euphoric wrath, they crushed my hands
splintered my knees and shattered my jaw
dragging my body across blood drenched earth
their laughter filled my ears as they hung a rope from a tree
were these my devotees, turning traitor against me?
or was this the sun sect, exacting their revenge?
in truth, i could not be certain
if they recognized me as the prophet
or if i was but an ironic victim of the madness i had loosed upon the wastes

they hung me by my ankles, limp and bleeding out
sacrificed to their aimless rage
with my blistered face turned towards the sun
left swinging there, to suffer in my foe’s mocking sight
gasping for air, i closed my eyes
to deny her the pleasure of watching me die
yet she burned through my eyelids
forcing me to return her scorching gaze
as she boiled my flesh and choked the breath from my lungs
in these, my final moments
whispering my contrition to vultures
her searing voice hissed upon the wind:
“upon this corpse my conquest be inscribed.”

- huntress of stars

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

اهم الاغاني لهذا الاسبوع