Forsaken Whispers

Woe to the powers of the light...

Where others were to drown
In these oceans of sin
I was but washed ashore
Where the Darkness itself

Whispers the Art

Enthralled by the voices
That were soon to be mine
Unheard from above
Yet to these ears

Ever so loud

As the curse of life was extinguished
I was branded a paragon of evil
For each blasphemy carved upon my soul
Came with a scar I wore with pride

Where coldness was given it's true meaning
My weak and weary flesh was sculpted anew
I would return soon imbued with new powers
To storm upon the right hand path

As a sheep amongst wolves I was asked to pay
The price of blind servitude
Where others would swallow their pride in silence
I sketched a grotesque smile

... As I came here to reign