The Deep Ends

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The storm returns from a far voyage through a distant land
With its plunging winds erected and solidified
For the soil that is forgotten is remembering its temple below
That once stood tall amidst the storm of thousand coming waves
Unchained!

With the ending, they will come
To consecrate the funeral
The haunting grin ahead, mocks the dawn that is in dread

Envision the obscure contorting grin of what's to come
The return of all that once was feared but adored by us
Down down down where the quiet halls of heaven lies and withers
Staring frightfully at the clouds that grinds the skies of stone

With the ending, they will come
To consecrate the funeral
The haunting grin ahead, mocks the dawn that is in dread

Unleashed
Untamed
Unhinged
Unlocked
(Let it be done)

Visions will state the coming through skulls, so vibrant
Awaiting the spearheads and the impalement of their idols
Throne will swallow throne
And the past is reformed as a giant flow

With the ending, they will come
To consecrate the funeral
The haunting grin ahead, mocks the dawn that is in dread
And they will swing, back and forth
With the strength of a gallow's rope
For the haunting grin ahead, will fold the dawn again