Hypnagogia

Open up my grave, you'll see, there's something there, but it's not me. The shadows that fall and hide, inside the tomb of broken lies. Eyes frozen in an icy glaze, too cold to see your wicked ways. Centuries of forgotten time, though we live, we all have died. Satan laughs at all of us, as all the fools continue to rush, into a living hell. I take my time, and pick my part. I've been damaged since the start, though I need no repair. The vanquished ones will not cry out. Too much pride, fear, and doubt, to let them ask for help. If your hands do reach for me, I'll save the true of heart, but if you're false, I will attack, to bring a pure new start. Mortal blood is of no value, to Gods of ancient war. Apocalypse will soon be here, my time will soon occur.