Psychrist

Abate The Chains Of Rule

Psychrist


As I Lay in a blanket of darkness 
Enraptured by the storms forming around me 
I hear amorphic whispering in the canopy 
High above this forest protecting me 

You are about to know 
What it is like to be betrayed 
By the Gods that you've come to depend on 
Without choice your mind was changed by lies 
Without God you'll long to be 

Inflicting upon me 
Pain over pain 
Pleasure my soul 
Until I am trained 

Your flock is wintering 
In the storms black eye 
Your flight is a dance for one 
Night calls its symphony 
With eyes like an eclipsing moon 
Following the freezing sun.