They Still WhisperDreams are like whispers to
Only those who have been spoken to of their existence.
To others, they are tacit and remain silent for the rest.
If any can retrieve a dream, it might be obscure or dark.
On the other hand, maybe a dream can be heard by all, resembling a yell.
If anyone heard that outburst
The dream has taken them inside their own mind
Giving them the truth that has been veiled from their eyes.
The truth will make them mad or sane and whatever happens we will be free.
Free from them who disgusts us
Free to retain ourselves inside of what we think is our lives.
Free from the binding as if we are prisoners of the unseen.
Free to be ourselves in our own manner.
Free to be individuals that we were born to be.
Apostate MantraI am a Heretic.
I have abandoned my blood.
I have dishonored my father, my mother, and my Dominus.
I have poisoned the stream, the fountain will wither.
The corruption I have laid will never be forgiven.
I am an Apostate and I deserve punishment.
Remnant MantraOur resolution, our ambition is more important than any other passion.
We are no longer prisoners to the acknowledged limitations.
Our mortality is never severed and we grow stronger.
No matter where we stand, we will stand firm and leave behind a legacy.
No matter how dark and impenetrable our path is, dawn will always arrive.
When we move, our foes will falter and kneel before us.
When they pray for Gods, we will arrive and punish the Apostates.
Trust no human, their choices remain unwavering but disillusioned.
SmilesEveryday I see smiles
They look like fake rows of tiles,
But they are soon gone in just a short while
And they go like the rest into a great big pile.
The Oak Tree PrayerNo place for thee
Daem will always hide
It has no pride
Daem will be hallow
It will never forgo
Not a place for thee
Daem will always pine
It gluts for the refine
Blood prince has a moue tune
A virgin is fain to hewn
No place for thee
The Cold And HeartlessThey are cold and heartless.
What they do scares me and what they say chills me.
They are mysterious and eerie and at nightfall, they come out to dine.
The howl with the rogues and fly with the anathemas.
When one looks at this creature, they take you away from reality.
I made that mistake.
Unable to see or escape, my prison doors open,
But beyond me are the heartless and I cannot move away.
One stepped forward, unlimited anticipation.
Everything darkens and I appear as if I am one of them.
I look over to see them laugh and drink their wine.
My neck begins to ache, blood trickles down.
Now I am cold, now I am heartless.
I scare others, I make them chill.
I howl with the rogues, I fly with the anathemas.
I realize a dark secret within; my secret is that my soul has departed.
Energy [TLS edit]I felt heat embracing my heart then rising up my neck.
The cold room could not subside the surge of fire.
My cheeks flushed as my vision started to close in.
Blurry and dark but for some reason, I believe everything will be fine.
Surreal and tranquil I feel, until reality seethes in and sweat drenches my clothes.
Aurelius - The ForsakenFallen from graces, he lingers on this plane of existence.
His wings clipped and his ego shed,
He travels as a familiar while calculating his decisions.
He has done wrong and he has paid the price.
He does not expect retribution and he knows there is no need for an apology,
He will not give one and they will not expect it.
BansheeShe thinks she is just like me, but she is only a fake in my eyes,
An aberration that flashes around a plastic grin.
She thinks no one will find her or even ask why her motives make no sense.
She cannot stop to see the reality and find out we are here to help – no subjugation.
I know she is torn but she needs to wake up and smell this reek of despicable lies.
With her stench of fear and stares, I know this will end.
Her movement stirs and now one of us will surely die of this disturbance.