Born in a world of light
his way leads him to gloom
alone in a war at a feast of bloody rage
chased by chilling whispers ... menaces … perfect lies
the beast of wasting hate
devours slowly his heart
obscuring the sorrow
just a shred of sanity before the fury rapes his mind commemoration of his dreams began
tears dried by violence
dyed themselves scarlet
they perished from the frost
forevermore
excruciated by messengers of destiny
hands of god
branded his flesh and stigmatized his soul
with a declaration of war
forevermore
shadows led his reason
blood wetted his hands
but the enemies abound
so follow the path
your righteous path of struggle
path of loneliness
follow the path, follow the path
but the dying spark of hope is germing again
it will let your eyes burn
It will keep fervency growing
the fervency beneath the ashes.
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