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 compassion

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