Dethlehem Portals
Engulfed in swirling light, the wind brings forth the
warlock’s spite
Holding ground, we must survive
The dead move through the air, where time and outer
began to tear
Falling down, we must survive
All the walls crumble, the sky now blurred in this
gateway
As we drown into nothing
The armor’s growing cold
Frostbite taking it’s hold
Death would be welcome here
Turning endlessly we separate
we seperate
Regret is a stain upon your honor
honor is vacant here
Visions are flashing
forever sealed in memory
in memory
Left now are the journeys
that had defined me
The dark is growing blindly
Float now and never be freed
Close your eyes, and take hold
Blue is your skin, diseased with cold
Adventurer, speak now your decree
Tales of lands far as the eye can see
Question not, where is that we should meet
For now all you have is forever bleak
