All of Them-Meadows End

In a peaceful dying, no throne waiting for thee in a peaceful dying. Vigorous hearts for angered masks is common trade in the somber nation during faith in the season fall. The season fall is a masquerade. Hauls in the name of defeat. Hauls in the name of the Fallens. Greets my perfection at heart. Smothered by earth's embrace, makes earth's embrace suite a death parade. Life is gone and forever you will be marked without your soul. Know that with every step you take you suffer forever. In this grave for mortal souls, you'll forever delve in pain. But order of worlds went awry, scorching the sky. Conquering the nimbus so old. Guardians of Somber Nation falls. Pioneers of nature, those are the few. Dead in the stories, those that we knew. Order of worlds are in chaos. As we breach walls. All of them! Leave this somber world behind in terror and pity as the Fallens leave way for this bringer of war. With growing wrath and angel wings. A break of regulations profound. All the remaining ghouls, screaming in terror and fear. Fear of staying on these grounds. Carved like in stone as he leaves them behind. All of them! An angel has spawned Awaiting it's newborn dawn As the savior who once died, again the answer for their cries. Brought from the dead to become the bringer of war! Brought from the dead as the... ...order of worlds went awry. Scorching the sky. Conquering the nimbus so old. Opening the purgatory of gods. When season is over and the masquerade in hell no longer forces dead to their cells. To rekindle a soul once anew, sending the heathens to their doom! All of them!