"Divine leader of these thundering dark legions,
Blessed by the shadows' power, honoured by the twilight of proud.
We hail
you."
In the valley of depraved thoughts, where retention disappears - disappears
Scaring, slightly shadowed lights untomb lost
hearts - lost hearts
While an infernal gift of wisdom stoking a redeeming fire - such a cold fire
Strafing life, as infinity winds
in corroding, leeching fields.
- Dethrone the weak mortality -
I'd wandered around millions of these soothing
places,
Seen hundreds of defiled souls, preserving humbling secrets
Blinded by hate, driven by unknown inner instinct
On a
gloomy autumn night, spotted by a fatal glimpse
My consternated body, willing to run, not able to move
A piercing scream, brightens
the surrounding darkness,
An unsacred creature, haunting this bleeding place.
- Dethrone the weak mortality -
"A treasure
to feed my hunger, to grant me peace?"
Hark! A nearing, provoking challenge for me to come,
Time to forget former battles of
irrelevant insignificance.
A deserved catastrophe for all these grudging cowards
To dethrone this weak mortality - flame of
darkness.
A forbidden, seductive strength, enchanting my senses
Mocking weakness in serenades of despise - free to
rise
Valuable sins waiting for my unholy, deadly commands
Shadows flee in cold despair, a world is bleeding
An unstained
dream to conquer yet reaching higher
To catch the luminous, oppressing moon, the depraving fire