New Threat

Behind the walls of torture I seeS silhouettes.
These are the ones before I never kneelS!
Behind the walls of fortune I can hear regrets.
These are the ones before I never squealS!
Beside the treasure pours
Naked, bleeding is my corpse
And I flieS around, luring the entire crowd.
They vowed aloud “To be yours I was proud!”
And I sighS, surroundS, lifting an inferable shroud!
When all my progenies collapse
In my hands, in my tortured lap,
Then into the darkness I relapse
To stimulate the grin in laughs
As they tear a whole world apart!
Newly born to all philosophies,
Truly worn on walls to abate!
I remembers I opened a gate.
And now it’s shut with weight
I remembers I closed the gate.
Truly worn on walls to abate!
I remembers I opened a gate.
And now it’s shut with weight
I remembers I closed the gate.

Inside the treasure glows,
My body left to decompose
And I flieS around, luring the entire crowd.
A cold tide is lifting an inferable shroud!
I....... never knew
I....... never knew
Priests are torn to pieces, put to sleep.
Boring cut drool is leased. Foot on sheep!
For I rules in chaos, I strides in curves!
Beasts, but ones of burdens, used to reap.
Behind the walls of torture I seeS silhouettes.
These are the ones before I never kneelS!
Behind the walls of fortune I can hear regrets.
These are the ones before I never squealS!
These are the ones before I never..... squealS!