Archagon

Like Siamese Twins Joined at the hips Like Siamese Twins Shared lungs and hearts Like Siamese Twins Twisted and sheared Torn apart.

Drippety-drop as the lifeblood draws thin, The last of the crimson withdrawn from within. The hand is left open, aware of its sin, As beadlets roll down off its colourless skin. The mouth is shaped loosely and curved in a smile, The eyes distance sparks of despair and denial. The chest is heaved forth, out of breath for a while... A while eternal, sings metal's sweet guile. The door is still closed and the body not found, The slowing red drips reign alone in their sound. The bath is the world that the sun goes around, A desolate tombstone, a burial mound. Drippety-drop as the last sighs are bled, The onece-azure waters now ripple

Lord, I wish we had lungs In these smoke riddled streets Lord, I wish we had hearts Through this grim egotrip Hand o'er bosom we pray To the crushed hopes and dreams Of our comrades; oh Lord Bring us back from our sleep.

Adios, my loving city, We shall never meet again; Sparkling nights and emerald meadows, Adios. Adios, my dear possessions, Those which never left my side, And the times we thought were endless, Adios. Adios, my greatest friendships, Times with you were never lost. One embrace to last a lifetime, Adios. Adios, one friend held dearest, Time to tell the truth has come; Know that I will always love you... Adios.