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You cannot hold me forever.

When your subjects faith dwindles, I shall finally be free to ravage this desolate world once more.


Grey and desolate, world of death,

A shell of flesh, from the earth I left.

Monotonous, I arise to the plains,

Fields full of grass and trees thus grey.

Weeping descendants, trapped in steel,

For they lost their souls when they chose to kneel.

The lord of the realm, the Lich in his throne,

A monster and creator, a being bathed in bone.


Help me, Kill me!

Destroy me, hate me!

Love me, forgive me!

Embrace me, believe me!


As you ascend the stairs going further and further up into the smog-covered tower,

You see open shrines to great winged beings with praying steel angels bowing to their deity's

In hope that they will be enlightened with their secrets and to hope that they will ever feel anything ever again.

They do not know that their calls will never be answered.


Journey through the tower of steel and woe

One thousand floors I go until I reach the throne

Angels of Steel, pray for a soul

To feel once more, emotion they can hold

The forms of the guards to the door stand still

Empty shells, for their spirits have been killed

I press my hands against the Lich's door

For light pours out, diseased and flawed


Trapped in a void of white, nothing makes sense,

A single dead form, my body feels tense.

I float towards what I see, for I do not care,

As emotion washed away, blessed by the lord's prayer.

Emotionless I stare into his eyes,

Pits of bone, orbs of light.

His skeletal hand reaches for my soul,

As my lips meet his, I have never felt so whole.


Would you really leave my soul bleeding in this desolate plain forever?


Cold and dead, for I am now trapped,

Endless hunger, for souls I will attract.

I spread my wings and weep across the skies,

Mechanical angel, a synthetic lie.

Fresh little souls, litter this plain,

Lustful little bitch, my ascendance is a bane.

I envelope their forms, my heart never beats

Begging for emotion I flee to run and weep.


Love me, forgive me!

Embrace me, believe me!


You grasp it and feel the most wonderful sensation for only a moment before it vanishes once more

Now you only feel empty like the rest of the steel angels before you.


Journey through the tower of steel and woe

One thousand floors I go until I reach the throne

Angels of Steel, pray for a soul

To feel once more, emotion they can hold

The forms of the guards to the door stand still

Empty shells, for their spirits have been killed

I press my hands against the Lich's door

For light pours out, diseased and flawed


Trapped in a void of white, nothing makes sense

A single dead form, my body feels tense

I float towards what I see, for I do not care

As emotion washed away, blessed by the lord's prayer

Emotionless I stare into his eyes

Pits of bone, orbs of light

His skeletal hand reaches for my soul

As my lips meet his, I have never felt so whole.


You can slowly feel all the worries in the world fade away and any feeling of touch, emotion or sense of belonging fade away.

You don't even care that you are growing bright white wings on your back.

You don't even care that your body slowly becomes metallic and your nose and mouth and eyes melted into themselves and are sealed. 

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