Convention of Thorns

from Lectoblix / Anarch by Lectoblix

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lyrics

In the depths of the night, where shadows reside
A gathering of creatures, with secrets they hide
They come from the corners, the forgotten parts
To gather under the moon, in a convention of arts

Oh, the convention of thorns, where vampires convene
A symphony of darkness, a morbid scene
With fangs bared and eyes aglow, they dance and they sway
In a macabre masquerade, where darkness holds sway

They whisper in secrets, their voices like silk
Their words laced with poison, their intentions so ilk
They plot and they scheme, their plans filled with dread
To bring forth a darkness, where the living lie dead

Oh, the convention of thorns, where vampires convene
A symphony of darkness, a morbid scene
With fangs bared and eyes aglow, they dance and they sway
In a macabre masquerade, where darkness holds sway

The moon hangs above, casting an eerie glow
As the vampires gather, their numbers they grow
They feast on the shadows, their hunger so deep
Their thirst for darkness, it runs ever steep

Oh, the convention of thorns, where vampires convene
A symphony of darkness, a morbid scene
With fangs bared and eyes aglow, they dance and they sway
In a macabre masquerade, where darkness holds sway

The night grows old, and the dawn draws near
The vampires disperse, their presence unclear
But the convention of thorns, it will never cease
A gathering of darkness, a dance of the deceased