Embodied Myth

To the whole thing there is a reason
To the whole ruin there is a beacon
In the whole ancient times lands of below injuries
A pest was intended to alert the mysteries

It was glossed to advance into the mores of mystery
obsidians’ legacy mount in the facade of currently
A land clad in its celestial tranquillity
Now disgraced by mankind's philosophy

Admission to the ashes of ramping cries
There the dark queen relaxes her beauty
An oblivion unscathed flesh deeded with blood
Refined in the rhythm of frosty eras
Her frost tomb has thawed the freshness
A heart ventilator’s between past and future

The black gates have now open
Man's voracity released the pest of queen
Sacrilege of her tomb
Coppery pant frizzes the arid passage
Crossing from frenzy to the rightly
Vengeance of sacred tranquillity
Sacred facade, trapped in a diamond of unused light
She looked twice before waking up from her frozen cot
The sort in their secretive dark
Are twisted sourness becomes obvious
The majesty garments render an primeval beast

Execute for the mankind sacrilege of my body
Damned from the fury of sacred coffin
Lustrate comes as the deaths raised
Present to take my pride
And then disappear for eternal rest