Wretched dark tale, come henceforth,
Rattling voice, echoes in my mind
I hear you, I sense you, darkest of shadows,
Ascending from afar, I yield.
As I watch you, amidst the flaming world
All that burns, thy heat scars my skin,
Thus I am left alone, abandoned
My own minds in at verge.
The ultimate collapse in upon,
Hence you rattle, swift darkening,
Carry my world
To its final doom.
I stand and watch you arrive,
I see you change all that is, to all that was
Your dark coat, impenetrable
No light, only a distant spark afar.
I stand and burn, I yield and cry,
As I watch the woe stand by
I, only I who is left alive,
A warrior of pure just
I yield and run, tamed by my own fire.
Darkening doom, great lord of sorrows,
The horns are crying, can’t you hear them prying?
The burning wind of your fires carry me forward,
You shall not win, I shall not yield for long
You got me by the neck this time, but I have strength.
Not all, who’s weak, are dead,
Not all who’s strong, conquers,
I shall not fall and ascend to your depths
I have my own light to follow, a spark in a distant land.
I shall not waver but to step forward,
Carry my feet across
Hoards of your shrieking monsters.
