"The Beautiful Writing" lyrics

Come on

Fate chooses no wrong, but what I did not know
She could care less for the theatre
This world is mine
To sculpt as I've seen fit for all this time
Thine scepter wreathed in pale moonlight, our dealings clandestine
My plight shall not subside
Into abyss further we'll slide

O' sweet mercy, won't you burn this hollow heart?
The light I once sought hath turned away
Within death's bed of flora, I claim my place
Evolving past feeling at all, eclipsed by my unwavering reign
Our roots are rotting, I'll rebuild us

Carving thy skin like wolves encircling prey

With intention beyond divine
Where my eyes lack insight
A lifeless way to seek for light
Her blood dance infects my judgement
Watch her modesty wither away
As she pays her toll through lust

A true scholar in agony
All shall know fear

Our helpless wretch drowned in tears has served its cause (I hear them calling)
My masquerade, take thy place beneath me
Within death's bed of flora, I claim my place
Evolving past feeling at all, eclipsed by my unwavering reign
But I will now suffer, destiny has clipped these
Wings

In death I find what life designed
In death I find what life designed