Aethyria February
With sadness, I invoke, come forward, and speak to me. In trance, we supplicate, partake in the discovery. The journey is forever, a trail of tears. With sadness, I invoke, come forward, and speak to me. In trance we supplicate, partake in the discovery. Trail of tears, no gods I fear. Trapped souls sing to me. Central axis of creation, a force we no longer feel, lost in our deliberation, what is I is not real. With pain my in my hands I cry, deliverance a joke I sigh. In the movement of a twisted invasion, a connection will appear, spiritual enslavement, gods voice is clear; and it takes our breath away to give up our will is too much to say. I will not feel, I will not give my soul away. I see you never cared. I see you never felt the way I fell. You will never see.
