A Cursed Seed in the World - Valkyrja

Let Upon The Blazing Fields Of Man A Curse Most Rancid.

May

The Dormant Heart Of The World Confront Its Dreadful Purpose

Sleep, Oh Shelter, While Thou Can.

This Abominable Curse Shall

Travel Through Your Veins, Swallow Your Core And Lead Your

Herd To Death.

Eminent And Ghastly The Colors Fade Gray As The

Flames DIe Out Upon The Ash, For I Denies Your Shelter And Rid

Myself From Every Chain That Is Of Man.

Never Again To Be

Locked!

Never Again In Its Chains!

Across The Barries Laid

Upon The Path I Strive In Restless Aim To Follow Blindly.

For

Each And Every Conquered Obstacle Another Chain May Break Until

Nothing Remain Beside The Flame That Burns Inside In The

Brightest Of Lights!

Pouring From Ruined Throne Of Creation Does

The Tears Of Every Man Who Served Its King And In Return

Found Themselves Walking Toward The Precipice… Let Upon The

Blazing Fields Of Man A Fate Most Rancid.

May The Dormant

Heart Of The World Confront Its Dreadful Purpose — A Cursed In

The World!

Ash Eclipse The Zenith.

The Stars, So Many Times

Awed By Men, Are Fading Into Nothingness.

Death Shall Reap

Their Dying Breath — Never To Be Reborn.

No More A Light

In The Dark.

Spray The Rancid Venom Into The Mouths

Of Men, Throw The Corpses Down The Drain Of The

World.

Eminent And Ghastly The Colors Fade To Gray.

A

Shadow Sweep Through The Halls Of Paradise…