The path I seek
Is not tangible
Yet it calls me forth
To wield the strength impossible mortal
Blood, The key
A, Vessel
For, The spirit
Emerging in patterns like skingraphs a
Doorway
Within us to higher existence through bloodlines
Of pure ones
The only existing
Portal
The ley lines the answer to mystic thought
See whos robbed as if a god
Who stands with pride above the rest
Destroy the ancient nameless fraud
Destroy the one whose death was blessed
I have always known
The way that it ends
Failure of the
Zenith cross
Destined
Rebirth
Blood, The key
A, Vessel
For, The spirit
Existing forever in timeless of parallel
Moments
Cycling through bodies as easy as thinking
Need for
Permanence of material form
Destroy the nameless ancient fraud
Destroy the one whose death was blessed