The Binding

At its peak, zenith aligned

Lilith softly whispered, “Beyond the gate I know not what you’ll find”

See the waxing of the black moon

The time is coming too soon

Must delay that inescapable fate

The cycle must be broken

Torment has been awoken

By strange melodies

The ringing of the chimes

Ophidian wheel for a crown

By his hand forever bound (time and time again)

Yet chained within this rhythm the soul sits unforgiven

In pieces on the floor the phylactery no more

Rust burned wrists are healing

Blood that’s spilled is now congealing

In pools on the floor the phylactery no more

But in life death will resound

By his hand forever bound

Chains thrust upon me to keep me from this mortal coil

By his hand – we are forever bound

At its peak the Zenith was aligned

As Lilith softly whipered, “Beyond the gate I know not what you’ll find”

Ophidian wheel for a crown

By his hand forever bound

Break the chains, hear that sound

By his hand we’re no longer bound