The lullaby is old enough to collect dust on its notes
Hearing the haunting melody hurts, like a small sting
Of the creature you’ve loved to taunt during the travel
We took to erase the place we were forced to call home.
The memory has been waiting to snarl and freely roam
Wickedly sharp pieces of the core that hesitates to unravel
The origins of the marred but divine bloodline. Foolish King!
To think that he could save his children by cutting throats.
Unspeakable! Those deeds preformed in a haze of dutifulness,
No lovers to take or hearts to caress for eternity! Alone. Cursed
To search for one wretched being who left the truth behind,
Never truly grasping the depth of devotion as a naive child.
After plenty worlds had burned and rebirthed the agony is mild
The disease is spreading poisoning the eternally shining mind
And even though the problem is acknowledged the searing thirst
Is impossible to quench with mortal world and its bountifulness.
The places that we are hailing from will wreck from within
I miss your lips and liquid fire greedily marking my pale skin.