Izakaron lyrics
Izakaron lyrics
"The Origin Lyrics"
Milleniums turn to sand
Behesting the souls of the ashes
begrim'd
Vague dreams of god dwell within them all
Head for the depths, for the widths, for the times
His poetry landscapes are deserts of naught
Seeking his name 'neath the names of untrue
His trident did rise again
To pierce dimensions, nebulars with
lethal breath
of chasmic starless cold
The being who is the oldest of times
Lurking in the beings who multiply and unify,
erecting the glorious reign
His name spoken words
Finding their way thro' the burning ordelesness
Supressed by collision of wills by even sealed...
Souls of reddening skies
Upon this necklace they thread as stones
Submerge in the gloam of dimmed luminaries
In galaxies savouring horror
Cosmos in crystals of possession reflected
Invicible torrents, fierce sounds of C
A-Tisket, A-Tasket Lyrics
A-tisket, a-tasket A brown and yellow basket I sent a letter to my mommy On the way I dropped it I dropped it, I dropped it Yes on the way I dropped it A little girlie picked it up
aosA-tisket, a-tasket A brown and yellow basket I sent a letter to my mommy On the way I dropped it I dropped it, I dropped it Yes on the way I dropped it A little girlie picked it up
Infinity born of perfection enthroned
The forefather who let them drink of his essence
Had sent them to wastelands, their lives - hatred's
own!
Vague dreams of god dwell within them all
Head for the depths, for the widths, for the times
His mask cracks
Revealing the altars of ire unleashed
Devouring desires born of the past
Into the glory of unity does he arise!
Sans mercy I contemplate
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Dream A Little Dream Of Me Lyrics
Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you." Birds singing in the sycamore tree Dream a little dream of me. Say "Night-ie night" and kiss me Just hold me tig
nity swirlingStars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you." Birds singing in the sycamore tree Dream a little dream of me. Say "Night-ie night" and kiss me Just hold me tig
and raging in me
My dust comprises his entirety
For I am the Source, I am the Key, I am the Primal
Chaos
My poetry's landscapes are wastelands of Un
The name of all gods are compelled by my own
Eternally do I change
To spawn dimensions, nebulars by cursed song of
chasmic starless cold
The being I am older than old
Blasphemy sans shapes or forms
Pulsation of unknown tytanic Chaos