So you're Ahrima
Collusive dreamer
I watched the lamps fall
You pushed them over
They say your gifted, well I just see a scared kid
They must have flipped it
Your skills are latent
Oh, you snuffed the glow
Replaced it with coals
Threw away the throne
Oh, you snuffed the glow
Replaced it with coals
Burned down my home
You had a life of privilege, hope, and love
But now that's all gone
Maybe the designs flawed
So that's why I'm here to preserve the remainder
Of what chance we have left at an existence
Oh, the desolate dirt
The raw scorched Earth it's a trophy of your worth
Oh, the desolate dirt
The raw scorched Earth it's a scar of my hurt
Your cold wicked soul boasts a foul scent
(No a stench)
A formidable tast of pure content
Every dark corner will soon see the light
(Oh so bright)
The beaming flood will pour right through the blinds
And my words will tear through the air
Peirce through the despair
To find your arrogant throbbing ears
If it's to much to bear, or to hear
Or to take let my inflection be crystal clear
This mess that you made it's a six foot grave
It's a home where your lonesome bones shall remain
We'll disappear you'll stay here
Rot as the king of the dark and become
Oh what have you done
(What have I done)
Disobedient son
You've broken the trust
(Please make me your son)
Of your father's love
Oh what have you done
(What have I become)
You've broken the trust
(Destroyed all I loved)
Of your father's love
Oh what have you done
(What have I done)
Disobedient son
You've broken the trust
(Please make me your son)
Of your father's love
Oh what have you done
(What have I've become)
Disobedient son
You've broken the trust
(Destroyed all I loved)
of your father's love
he arid, fallow earth would be Ahrima's new hearth
He would remain while he watched his family strain,
And the girl that he loved, vacate to a new place,
To state over on fresh terrain
And from his desolate throne he watched them compose
A mountainous wall of stone, to separate themselves from him
A massive, jagged barricade to lock themselves in
Theirs would be the Light, his would be the Dark
For a century these halves would wait.
One world, set apart
Place your hand on mine
Untie your mind
We'll just disengage
Float away

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