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 compa**ion darkness, enforces the soul of all darkness, in all and nothing it lasts