A Mad Blood Scenario

Ancient

Gaze into my broken eyes, where laughter and sorrow collide. Scattered are

the pieces which time forgot. See the cracked mirror walls, emerald mist

flowing down the halls. Shattered pieces of a forgotten puzzle. Feel the

shaking of my room, welcome to my most humble tomb. Lay your head upon the

crimson velvet pillow. Relax as I tell you a tale when lunacy reigned and

madness prevailed. Long nailed fingers run through silken hair. Our poison

tongues now dance, wet with entrancing liquors. We drown in burning

ecstasy, but you seek something more than this. Tonight another looking

glass will crack. My promises too broken, did you believe what I've spoken?

The echoes shall splinter your mind like they did mine. Prepare my darling,

for the nocturnal wedding.ble tomb. Lay your head upon the crimson velvet

pillow. Relax as I tell you a tale when lunacy reigned and madness

prevailed. Long nailed fingers run through silken hair. Our poison tongues

now dance, wet with entrancing liquors. We drown in burning ecstasy, but

you seek something more than this. Tonight another looking glass will

crack. My promises too broken, did you believe what I've spoken? The echoes

shall splinter your mind like they did mine. Prepare my darling, for the

nocturnal wedding.



[Solo - Aphazel]



Gaze into my broken eyes where a deranged love rises, to greet your

lovelorn flesh. Hallucinating like undead shamans, You feel the rapturous

sting of first death and collapse into lonely arms. Look now with night

piercing eyes, not quite broken, but time shall remedy. Lick my

blood-soaked lips once more, taste the stain of wondrous insanity. The

constant shrieking in your mind drives you crazy. Yes, my darling, I can

hear it too. The answers you seek lie in the reflection. Be still, allow

the images to caress you, here everything is upside down. Cackling like

undead hyenas, you feel the boggling slap of dementia and collapse into

delighted arms.st death and collapse into lonely arms. Look now with night

piercing eyes, not quite broken, bu