Let's build a building to guard the docks,
stalking in the dark of the English night.
We'll turn some glasses on each other,
so they get the name of all I am.
Glasses for two, my royal people.
Power must do with the distinct.
Spare the bombing and you tell her,
to spare the death and you tell her,
your legacy.
Consummated by death,
the almighty immortal form.
The power to burn,
spirits of Kill,
inflicted by bestowed form.
Watching death melt me fast,
I touch your blood with fire.
Your death now belongs to me.
Screaming and begging for mercy, you try to run.
You can't escape my infernal haunts.
Death will seek your heart,
and how it spells for your end.
Death's spell casts upon you,
fire without a tool.
Fragility to numbness,
cast me the flames of your demise.
Feel
your heart pulse thick as you falter at your knees,
as it begins to gush from your
bones.
All of your substance slips away into the dark,
erased by the crackling of fire.
you.
I am the shape,
glass shape of life.
I am the shape, glass shape of life.
Transcending fear into my victims.
Stalking in the darkness of the strife.
In the terms of masses on each other.
Killing in the name of all I am.
Masses forming my mortal evil.
Powerless to evade the fate.
Devolving into terror.
Spreading to terror.
Focusing on the mirror.