The terror of the skies
By: 42
I bathe in the blood of fallen knights
And cherish all my terror filled flights
I see a premonition
Oh those who are meant to listen
Can you tell me what is coming
While the choir is slowly humming
A bird song of death
A reaper from the grave
Oh lovely Raven
Sing me the symfony I most crave
Soon all hope will perish
And your pride will lose garish
All will be lost
None shall accost
I can not let go
The voice it enthralls me so
He will reign again
Once he's back onto his throne
The howls of pain and suffering
Is music to my ears
Can you handle the war
that's loomed over the years
Any item can be lost
Every cloud keeps its distance
Every person has their limit
And every struggle needs assistance
Through these empty halls of misery
Are despret echoes of the past
My dreams come to me
Like the tide of the sea
To run, to hide, to flee
Every time you confront me
A decision all too wise
For I am the terror of the skies
When your all alone
And have nowhere else to go
My dear sweet child
Your mind is mine to keep
Darkness will unfold in the world
And your demise shall be met
Can you hear the lovely cries
Come to bed and rest your head
Your dreams may get you by
be entranced by my sickly lullaby
Your blood, sweat, and tears
Is it enough to free you from your fears
No you can not stop fate
For you I'm afraid it's too late
I've captured your allies
The air is filled with your cries
I must keep my eyes on the prize
And my master shall arise
And there is nothing in my way but lies
For I am
Cynder!
The terror of…
the skies!