22 November 2012
Dark tombs deep in the womb of the mother Earthly depths reveal my deadly plan to recover Spirit of the recluse Seeking solace deep in the valley of wolf Dark thick wolves ready to dismember Spare from evil those they remember Travel preparations Conscious of the earth seek the shrine Hidden deep in the mind we find Eternal lines The life giver incantation Bains start ta breaking Long held curse starts shaking
Aristocratic ghouls fiend for flesh Nothing but the avid taste for lifelessness Taking from the light to feed the darkness Their empty bones beg and boil Lust to sever the mortal coil We face them ghoul raisers Them shape changers Face takers with poisoned razors Invading our hidden acres Bound to face the wrath of a hundred trained talon rangers Honed instincts reveal the top of your thoughts Arrows of concentrated thought break down attackers fevered plots Believed to be concealed Its all to real To much for the weak with which to deal. Find your truth path you will Far from our home Our lives Outcast we will the ill
Battle Of The Mind • Opuss № I