A bloody crown, a crimson crest,
Adorns the head of the smiling God,
The long blonde hair, the ivory skin,
The Goddess sits upon her throne,
In her grasp, an iron rod,
O’er a kingdom ruled by a heart of stone
A land once ruled by mice and men,
A land once free of doubt and pain,
Has now become a living Hell,
Devoid of life and freedom true,
A country choked with men insane,
No chance of life for me or you
A war-torn land, the sky surmounts,
The sky itself, a deep abyss,
The blackened forests, scorched by fire,
The oceans now a sea of blood,
The world bestowed, by War, a kiss,
And from that came a deadly flood
Now a God-forsaken land,
The air is thick with pain and doubt,
The rich stay rich, the poor are dead,
The beast resides in man’s black heart,
No way of ever getting out,
The end has now become the start.
The start of Erisian Paradise.
The first three stanzas took like half an hour, and the last one took about five minutes. Obviously not my best, so forgive me if it isn't that good :D
Adorns the head of the smiling God,
The long blonde hair, the ivory skin,
The Goddess sits upon her throne,
In her grasp, an iron rod,
O’er a kingdom ruled by a heart of stone
A land once ruled by mice and men,
A land once free of doubt and pain,
Has now become a living Hell,
Devoid of life and freedom true,
A country choked with men insane,
No chance of life for me or you
A war-torn land, the sky surmounts,
The sky itself, a deep abyss,
The blackened forests, scorched by fire,
The oceans now a sea of blood,
The world bestowed, by War, a kiss,
And from that came a deadly flood
Now a God-forsaken land,
The air is thick with pain and doubt,
The rich stay rich, the poor are dead,
The beast resides in man’s black heart,
No way of ever getting out,
The end has now become the start.
The start of Erisian Paradise.
The first three stanzas took like half an hour, and the last one took about five minutes. Obviously not my best, so forgive me if it isn't that good :D
