Aven Black - The Muscle

Oh how depraved this chamber
In which such restless maidens weep
Harbors such thorny acres
Leaning t’wards the moon
…her steep
Eyes
Look down
And see
Falling armors from bareback steeds
Their rotting limbs entwining the weeds
Through history’s years, man’s tainted deeds
Have cursed these chamber walls
And planted fruitless seeds

Let it be known that the
Wicked heart reaps
Wicked rewards
When sky’s light so ends its burning
Bright

Lest we fight
Oh, lest we fight

Aven Black

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