Pantastic

Melodies of horror the legends will march
seduction is the tune
and we will follow fast
Fixation the end of the road
the storm is ready to brew
and we the ready never blink
for she awaits us at the eye
and we the ready never blink.
Promises to be fulfilled
o what pleasures to reap
shadows they will be proud
for they will be all that is left
and the ones to recite our names
the ones to recite our names
Approaching the wreck that was once the sky
her song grows louder, do thy ears deceive?
«Come forth dear king and quench lips dry
Come forth dear king and swim in your worth»
Promises to be fulfilled
o what pleasures to reap
shadows they will be proud
for they will be all that is left
and the ones to recite our names
the ones to recite our names
Many have warned of a witch
whom’s tales be too high for mortal reach
devours the mate once seed obtained
intrigued, to follow suit
«The tallest tales be told by riddle’s distort
my will is pure and your prize awaits»
We stay on coarse infinity is at stake
her song grows louder.