Poem -

The Nocturne Ov Thalvo

Come one, come all and transform to thralls,
Talk to the trees and capture the breeze,
Make no mistake or this curse you'll forsake,
Betwixt the enchanted meadow is the Nocturne of Thalvo.

Creatures of faceless nameless darkness,
Torture the bleating lightless temptress,
Crush the sun and stab out the stars,
Ripping flesh to preserve all the scars.

Failing humanity
                         Evil supremacy
                                                Step out of the light
                                                                              Walk the path of Sin

The Nocturne of Thalvo...

Fall into the frostbitten streams,
Drink from the water and have mottled dreams,
The Nocturne of Thalvo needs to be told,
To rise anew and destroy the old.

Praise all devestation
                                 Immortalization
                                                         Beast of burden lark
                                                                                        I am unholy mirth

Give me your soul
                            Blacker than coal
                                                      Give him your soul
                                                                                  Sinning your goal.

 

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