Verse 1:
You were once the righteous soul,
justice written in your name,
eternally in the mist of the light,
protecting the likes of those in need,
but sorrow reigned in your glory,
as your realm tumbled in flames,
now solace has long since perished,
as you wait in total silence.
The kingdoms drowned in ruins,
by the hands that you now posses.
Verse 2:
On a quest, destroying in your path,
on a pale horse gripping tightly,
moving forward controlled by rage,
sustained in the echoes of your mind,
bloodbath follows you,
leaving a trail of decay,
the blizzard, your unholy likeness,
your life in disarray.
Consuming all that you've once stood for,
bloodshed reeks throughout the land.
So much grief have you buried within the wake of the fallen times.
No such thing remains, no such thing exists.
So much despair in your eyes, forgotten, the lost soul you are.
No longer are you true, no longer are you pure.
Rise now Blackheart!
Verse 3:
Returning to the rubbles,
on your throne, you sit and ponder,
revenge has left you nothing,
and now you lie and wait,
as the snow storm comes to pass,
your eyes lay wide open,
the essence of life now gone,
you're home, an icy tomb.
You've betrayed everything and everyone,
unaware what you have become.