The Paper Cutter

Watch the blind man, standing knee deep in slow waves as the tide rolls in

He who has the knowledge, who holds the key to all locked doors

Empty eyes staring at the night sky, falling star trace as the night grows darker

Endless suffering the lone nomads only remedy, lone as the black pearl of success

Moon bright against a quiet land, it’s rays ripping through bone and marrow

What hides in the shadows will not be spoken of, all that is known is fear

Once again betrayed by light he, the seer of what is hidden will speak his last curse

Run now more, hiding is futile when the black tsunami rolls over all that you hold dear

Covered in tears of the forgiven, only the blind wizard can halt the onslaught

Old age is not an option, life in the deep supports only the fool willing to take the blade

Young and with power, even he will be cut down merciless on the field of battle

Black days feeds black nights, miserable is he the Devils pawn that slowly creeps amongst us

“Come, take my hand”, he whispers as the soft black star looming in a distant galaxy

Together the two step into the forbidden halls of the countless fallen before time

In these halls the ritual will feed a frenzy of anguish, the phantom takes his prize

The Watchtower stands tall in the thick mist, two lone seekers meeting the end

I will wait for you there, like a stone steady and still in the leaf covered hillside

Patiently and with a will that succumb all earthly temptations and weak traits 

I have waited for centuries and will wait for many more, all comes to an end eventually

When I see you stride into the hills opposite the deep forest I rise, to summon the seekers

Once again the pact will stand strong, the eternal fight once again to slay and cause havoc

In these dark winters of despair a lone star will stand tall, a fragile flower battling the icy winds

Slowly gaining strength as the artic circle grow stronger, long days grow shorter with the grip

Black is he who seeks, black is his mind and vision, growing hateful for deeds against his cause

Power lays in the mind of he who seeks it, power to eliminate oppressors with glowing greed

Be yourself in times of hardship, this is all that you can and have to do

The blade will cut you loose with punctuality, seize and treasure all accusations and slander

Your Death throne stands idle waiting for your arrival, to become the Master once again

Nameless and without cause the name of he who rules his destiny will forever be forgotten

Codeless clues to the beginning of an end, heavy skies fill the void with doomed answers

Wind beaten Mountain tops sings your name with anguish, the understanding of your time is now

Left alone with no excuse, existence precedes essence you are condemned to be free

The cliff is all around you now, urge pulling as earth spins faster and faster

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