roaming on earth in pain and anguish

hushed by fear and blind to silence

now from emptiness I soar

writhing in despair as I once yearned

at gods of not my kind

tearing through me, so cold

where are the creatures of perfection



touching dawn, in the emptiest place

it?s the palace of mourning

as words of hate consumes the soul

of an even hardened mind

in seclusion the thoughts I control

are of those we remember

evoke the entrance to find the god of the dismal age



unbound from the sentence

of belief induced by falsehood

as none shalt be imprisoned

like me who was forced

to take it down to pieces

I?ve spoken the words

in the name of the horn

trembled in fever and depravation

indulging in lust to extinguish

this life of no compassion



darkness, enforces the soul of all

darkness, in all and nothing it lasts