Ovid's Withering - Panikon Deima lyrics

They watched on, as he rose, the God of the shepherds and flocks His plan coherent with his laughter Driven by madness he starts his approach And his obsession will embody his own fated mind Escaping the hold of the enemy..he's gaining his ground As the legions of the mire begin their descent "I've had enough. All of your lies and deception will falter, its not your place to alter the course of it all.. I have gone so far to bestow this, your threats are worthless, and you'll never take me alive.. I have survived, and I've waited so long just to share with my love all these melodies Enticed by the sweet wretched sounds of belial. I have awaited this night, my Stygian Bride.. Hahaha.. Playing the part in this undying love It is done. You are mine forevermore..." She crawls on her knees, miasma slowly lavishing as her cries become whispers Her whispers, a soothing lullaby to his ears Clawing and clawing, she'll never find a way Gasping, as panic fills her lovely face "Begone, oh the horror of it all Can't you see she is dying? I am omniety, no more will I take all these orders from you like a slave For ages you will hear of these Caves..I will find the answer But you've given up on us both All of your lies and deception will falter, its not your place to alter the course of it all.. I have tried so hard to forget this, you will regret this, and you'll never take me alive.." Rising from the throne, he slowly staggered to the darkness of the Caves Weakening and maddening, he reached for his blade "You will beg for my recognition as a disciple amongst the plague" A figure stood before him, as he raised his bloodied hands to his eyes. "Panikon deima ero vestri terminus"