The Wanderer

The moon rises to an endarkened eclypse
For the shadows percieve anew within the fray
Silhouetting the recreation as a stranger
Desires of mausoleum and darkness fades
The daze of a wine-soaked loam
Thunder breaks out into another rainfall
Moonrising the lover with the romance
Rues of a gravesite bleeds a soul
The swift boom of a love gun
Flames into a oblivion in the nightfall
The camphor concieves the fallen
To be whole, pure once again
The midnight glazes over in licking flames
For the youth is rooted in earthen decay
Pagan doves sing a nocturnal scream in swansong
Caressing the dark side with daring awakenings
Roses bled upon sapphire wines
As the stranger rechristens
Ruing the parallel world of lamented sorrow
Morbid in tears lies the Wanderer

Leaden with chants of angelic lust
Raped by the shadows of enthralled harems
Sighting for the ages
Damned in all languages and plagues
The emerald floods and the sapphire wines
Blatant with perception, only the fallen
This evanescent of immaculation is the renewal of the Wanderer
Scraped by blood-cold fires and mettalic ice
Gushed in hellion veins
The Wanderer walks the earth
Burning roses scented within this mausoleum
The moon lights the silhouetted darkness
Myths of wines and serenated genocides
Loams of bleeding fervors
And sights, sense, of cemetery hearts
Loved in audacious eradication
Desired in veins are clotted
The undead raised by a wanderer in the night