Song: Mr. Pitch - A Song for The Dark
Viewed: 146 - Published at: 9 years ago
Artist: DaughterofProspero
Year: 2020Viewed: 146 - Published at: 9 years ago
Old as hunger, old as pain
Mr. Pitch is sunlight’s bane
Fire might soothe age-old doubt
But sometime it must wink out
Old as hunger, old as pain
Mr. Pitch will ever reign
Those who serve the dark divine
Drink of brackish, blackish brine
Tranquil in our stygian womb
One with still and endless gloom
Those who serve the dark divine
All to Mr. Pitch consign
When a turncoat’s worship ceased
Mr. Pitch sent out his beast
Stalking shadow without shape
Left no light to find escape
When a turncoat’s worship ceased
They became the umbra’s feast
Thеre is no place you can hide
From thе blessed milky-eyed
Every cloaked, concealed place
Leads to sable-armed embrace
There is no place you can hide
Mr. Pitch won’t be denied
Children know to fear the dark
Reverent of night’s patriarch
Marrow-deep in humankind
Dread of the forever blind
Children know to fear the dark
Mr. Pitch has left his mark
Mr. Pitch’s favourite game
Has no pieces, has no name
It will last the whole night through
Pray he never plays with you
Mr. Pitch’s favourite game
Always, always ends the same
Old as hunger, old as pain
Mr. Pitch is sunlight’s bane
Though it’s rays are strong and rich
All must fall to starless pitch
Old as hunger, old as pain
Mr. Pitch will ever reign
Mr. Pitch is sunlight’s bane
Fire might soothe age-old doubt
But sometime it must wink out
Old as hunger, old as pain
Mr. Pitch will ever reign
Those who serve the dark divine
Drink of brackish, blackish brine
Tranquil in our stygian womb
One with still and endless gloom
Those who serve the dark divine
All to Mr. Pitch consign
When a turncoat’s worship ceased
Mr. Pitch sent out his beast
Stalking shadow without shape
Left no light to find escape
When a turncoat’s worship ceased
They became the umbra’s feast
Thеre is no place you can hide
From thе blessed milky-eyed
Every cloaked, concealed place
Leads to sable-armed embrace
There is no place you can hide
Mr. Pitch won’t be denied
Children know to fear the dark
Reverent of night’s patriarch
Marrow-deep in humankind
Dread of the forever blind
Children know to fear the dark
Mr. Pitch has left his mark
Mr. Pitch’s favourite game
Has no pieces, has no name
It will last the whole night through
Pray he never plays with you
Mr. Pitch’s favourite game
Always, always ends the same
Old as hunger, old as pain
Mr. Pitch is sunlight’s bane
Though it’s rays are strong and rich
All must fall to starless pitch
Old as hunger, old as pain
Mr. Pitch will ever reign
( DaughterofProspero )
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