Oneiros

A dull weapon strikes the gut
Raising the howls of accursed
Haughty ones are tying the knots
Ones who want to stay alive are dispersed

Phantasos, illusion, deceive, confuse, trick
Phobetor, nightmare, born from worst fears
Morpheus, visions of the truth, great winged God of dreams
Oneiros, siblings of sleep

Fighting for the sacred ones
Killing and not thinking twice
Surrender for your demise
Absolving you is your prize

Never get a chance to see
The world that is beneath me
Reason to cry for Banshee
Blunt swords would disagree

Extract the fear, the hate, the clash, the disgust
The spear, the blade, the blood, the lust
You will see that there is nothing left
A proof of what is good is also what is bad

Idol of reason
Reason of being
Being of macrocosm
A hollow universe