A Stone’s Throw.

Hallow!
Hallows!

As above, so below. As within, so without.
As with Universe, and so with soul. 

Ask not your gods to make you whole, seek within the strength to win. 
Before you go outside, where the blind lead the blind. 
Never trouble about your chosen rout, better to die a martyr than a lout. 
These things I know like my own flesh, blood, and bone. 
Seek the shadows before the goal, and you may find that which makes one sublime. 

Be wary of with whom your colors blend, and be not surprised by anthers tone. When counted amongst those who’ve gone roan. These things I know like my own flesh, blood, and bone. Wield not on another’s whim, or be judged the wrathful sim. These things I know like my own flesh, blood, and bone.

Cheaters win, but never a friend. Never lost, but forever swept upon the wind. 
For those who never wait take a knee and contemplate, always a breath, and not a saint. 
Never brag or toil about one’s clout, less you find yourself a corps, with sown mouth. 
These things I know like my own flesh, blood, and bone. 

Be wary of with whom your colors blend, and be not surprised by anthers tone. When counted amongst those who’ve gone roan. These things I know like my own flesh, blood, and bone. Wield not on another’s whim, or be judged the wrathful sim. These things I know like my own flesh, blood, and bone.


Flesh, blood, and bone. 
Empty shell, upon empty throne.

Symphonic death metal, melodic death metal, male