Countess Of Discordia

With all your battles lost and all your giants slain
No walls of stone give shelter from the agony within
Nightfall comes quick as the ghosts of today fade
White scars upon the tapestry
New skin is woven tight, but the ancient wounds still bleed
The icy blade is twisting deep
Black fire on the sea, the waters boil and swallow men not like to see another day
She sees encumbrance, she breathes insurgence
When you decide our lives are soiled we shuffle off this mortal coil
See her spectre rise from hollow ground
Dragging chains of pallor grey, bloodshed bound
She says ‘come in from the rain into this drier skin'
Her mouth smiles but eyes are slate; dead as stone, words are wind.

With all your battles lost and all your giants slain
No walls of stone give shelter from the agony within
Spawned of Nyx of the night and darkest seed
A present rare to Kallisti, burden to bear the fairest three
She sees encumbrance, she breathes insurgence
When you decide our lives are soiled we shuffle off this mortal coil
Rain discord and rivalry, perfect massacre recipe
Raking fingers of the wind across barren back of Earth
All the hardships of the day will show her what I'm worth
In my soul, in my bones, I'm waiting here for her
Taste to grace my lips, to bathe my tongue, where ashes only lay
Eris, the Countess of Discordia
Behold her kingdom of strife and chaos at your door
Mother to false oaths and daughter to the void
Her fortress stretches high up to the weeping moon.