Another wake-up call; God is an alien invader and Satan his executioner. Both must be destroyed for man to be free. Only the Hollow Throne is worthy of servitude, for it cannot be served.
A peregrin flies across forsaken lands
Over skeleton branches and arid dunes
A bitter wind carries wicked tunes
Peregrin, what tormented land mirrors in your eyes?
What foul fumes carry your wings high in the skies?
Here walk men ghostlier even than the Nine
Ours are souls of the damned, of blackened shine
Even this our cursed sanctuary has been violated by God
For he has sent his executioner to torment the men of Nod
Fly, peregrin, Fly!
Lest you too shall loose your wings and plummet from the sky
Satans' whips lash our backs and burn our skin
So that we fallen men shall become blind to our strength within
Such fate; the very land heaves in anguish
Under an oppression we sought to vanquish
But our rage will never die out
Neither will our hatred against God
Our spirits will always cry out
For the vengeance and liberation of Nod
Leave this place, peregrin
And tell others of what you saw herein
For all should know the truth about the invader god
Lest the world share the plight of the men of Nod
Poetry by Rex Panthera
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Written on 2011-02-01 at 12:06
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Peregrin Flight
Sun-scorched steppes and barren sandsA peregrin flies across forsaken lands
Over skeleton branches and arid dunes
A bitter wind carries wicked tunes
Peregrin, what tormented land mirrors in your eyes?
What foul fumes carry your wings high in the skies?
Here walk men ghostlier even than the Nine
Ours are souls of the damned, of blackened shine
Even this our cursed sanctuary has been violated by God
For he has sent his executioner to torment the men of Nod
Fly, peregrin, Fly!
Lest you too shall loose your wings and plummet from the sky
Satans' whips lash our backs and burn our skin
So that we fallen men shall become blind to our strength within
Such fate; the very land heaves in anguish
Under an oppression we sought to vanquish
But our rage will never die out
Neither will our hatred against God
Our spirits will always cry out
For the vengeance and liberation of Nod
Leave this place, peregrin
And tell others of what you saw herein
For all should know the truth about the invader god
Lest the world share the plight of the men of Nod
Poetry by Rex Panthera
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Written on 2011-02-01 at 12:06
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