Well...waht have we here?
Is it a pilgrim from the asylum. Carried aloft?
By a friend to our lady of sin?
where to begin?
Listen well boy.
There are two bell to ring.
The parish above
The blightbog Found. Deep below.
And their Guardians
Still thirst for your cursed blood
Drop your sign
For a brother is need to find
I will walk
Through the fog
As I welcom death(I will pillage these bodys)
I will feed to the Fire these shards of a soul
A magnificent father
In a desperate attempt
To stave off the end of his age
He runs himself hollow
And burns all his knights alive
A shell of his former self
They lock him away
Far beneath
His crumbling
shrine
A radiant sun
Forged by the feeble hands
Of a child not fit for his throne
A clever deceit
to make everyone believe
The lords haven't left them behind
Like a moth
Flittering towards a flame
Vereor nox
I will walk
Through the fog
As I welcom death(I will pillage these bodys)
I will feed to the Fire these shards of a soul
If only I could be so grossly incandescent……
I will march through the dark
like the hero before me
I have died many times
I'm replete with humannity……