Blessed by the
shadows' power, honoured by the twilight of proud.
We hail you."
In the valley of
depraved thoughts, where retention disappears
Scaring, slightly
shadowed lights untomb lost hearts
While an infernal
gift of wisdom stoking a redeeming 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
Still I was on a
sensitive search to obtain higher values.
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
