Shadows Of The Dead
(Music and Lyrics by Baron Misuraca)
For her lies my legacy, a legacy of desecration.
At the helm the wage of evil, animator of all consequence.
The secrets of life and death intrinsically have no meaning.
Their sacredness I disregard for I exist in a godless state.
I cannot die for I’m not alive
From Shadows of the Dead I rise
Surrounded by the wretched, all of which I alone caused to be.
First captivated then ravished, the doomed shuddered as they fell below
We reign in dark divinity and spit mortality in the face.
Yet my blackened heart filled with hate begs to someday truly join the dead.
I cannot die for I’m not alive,
From shadows of the dead I rise,
For her lies my legacy, a legacy of desperation
At the helm the wage of sorrow, animator of all my remorse.
remorse for all the souls I’ve stole, innocence corrupted and defiled.
remorse for all those that were turned into slaves of perpetual undeath.
I cannot die for I’m not alive,
From shadows of the dead I rise
I am risen from the shadows of the dead.
