Krausus
09-22-13, 03:27 PM
"Tick tock, the rusted clockwork heart restlessly sings its song, as the poet writes his words in the blood of innocence.."
Insanity's Soul: The blood spilled, to see the world live, is only the price of his time...
Senerith Scriven: The demented poet watched, as friend and foe both burned in the fire, only survivors, he and the tower of clockwork..
Insanity's Soul: To burn would be life, yet only the damnation that he lived was the ture clicking of the old clock.
Senerith Scriven: Young the man was, decided to mix himself and his ticking home..
Senerith Scriven: With aide of his contraptions, heart repalces, the Clockwork heart was made..
Insanity's Soul: And so the world spun, and fire burned, hammers fell.
Senerith Scriven: Eternity his prison, the clockwork his warden, longing for another to feel his pain.
Insanity's Soul: The clockwork rusted, but never stopped. And forever, he lies in wait. For only one, who can feel the time.
Senerith Scriven: And the man finally saw the truth, the clock was to guide him, let lose his bloody poems, a clockwork soldier, marching to the ticking..
Insanity's Soul: He felled the tree, guarding the man, Solon was his name. The man for oh so long, had been simply bound by hate...
Senerith Scriven: Yet again the clockwork ticked away, telling the bloody poet to bring forth its rain of hatred..
Senerith Scriven: A crusade, of the Clock's anger.
Insanity's Soul: The Prince decended, the woven steel, ringing beneath his feet. The army rose, and to his command, the world fell to their knees
Insanity's Soul: The blood spilled, to see the world live, is only the price of his time...
Senerith Scriven: The demented poet watched, as friend and foe both burned in the fire, only survivors, he and the tower of clockwork..
Insanity's Soul: To burn would be life, yet only the damnation that he lived was the ture clicking of the old clock.
Senerith Scriven: Young the man was, decided to mix himself and his ticking home..
Senerith Scriven: With aide of his contraptions, heart repalces, the Clockwork heart was made..
Insanity's Soul: And so the world spun, and fire burned, hammers fell.
Senerith Scriven: Eternity his prison, the clockwork his warden, longing for another to feel his pain.
Insanity's Soul: The clockwork rusted, but never stopped. And forever, he lies in wait. For only one, who can feel the time.
Senerith Scriven: And the man finally saw the truth, the clock was to guide him, let lose his bloody poems, a clockwork soldier, marching to the ticking..
Insanity's Soul: He felled the tree, guarding the man, Solon was his name. The man for oh so long, had been simply bound by hate...
Senerith Scriven: Yet again the clockwork ticked away, telling the bloody poet to bring forth its rain of hatred..
Senerith Scriven: A crusade, of the Clock's anger.
Insanity's Soul: The Prince decended, the woven steel, ringing beneath his feet. The army rose, and to his command, the world fell to their knees