The Pulse of Decay - Hades Almighty

So cold an embrace

From the dead

Yet so familiar arms

That used to belong

That used to belong to a queen

So cold a kiss

So cold a kiss from the lips

Once the lips of a Goddess

A feather-like touch

And a tear of a prince

Crimson and black

A promise

And a venomous CURSE!

A tear that shall turn to ice

A heart that shall turn to stone

Blood that no longer runs

And all signs of joie shall burn

And whirlwinds of hatred

Shall lift the ashes of joy

It shall be spread to the east

Spread to the west

Spread to the north

And spread to the south

Of this dead heart pulse

The pulse of decay

AAAHHH!

From rulership and dignity

To serpent poison dread

The pulse of decay

And the wrath of the transformation

All the grace and beauty of the past.

was raped

And left for dead

The pulse of decay

The pulse of a fallen dynasty

The pulse.

the pulse

The pulse

Of DECAY!