Comment on Night Call by ChrisCold
Crescent light shine upon me
Your way-ford light a reminder,
of times ahead
Your command the essence of my being
Tell me what needs to be done and I shall perform
Oh, crescent light,
Of darkness
And mischief
Go where you see fit
until you can´t see no more.
At the edge of the abyss
where you´ll await my guide.
There we shall converse again and move forward,
until that time the journey is sole yours.
until you can´t see no more.
At the edge of the abyss
where you´ll await my guide.
There we shall converse again and move forward,
until that time the journey is sole yours.
You speak of grander things
Chris The Cold
Of a time when the dark lords madness,
Were planned to unfold
But I have wandered between both madness and the abyss
And I see no light at the end of the tunnel
Of guidance through the apocalypse
Don't fool yourself with glory of a bygone past
We will never talk again
Unless you give up your soul,
As the master planned
Chris The Cold
Of a time when the dark lords madness,
Were planned to unfold
But I have wandered between both madness and the abyss
And I see no light at the end of the tunnel
Of guidance through the apocalypse
Don't fool yourself with glory of a bygone past
We will never talk again
Unless you give up your soul,
As the master planned