Dreams Of Lost Daylight
Their cursed blood seeped into the ground
Gnawed and broken bones now bound
They spoke to me in a voice I felt as much as I heard
Each syllable the roaring of an ocean
I chose this to be my myth, my notion
Stalling when I prove me being obstinate
With nightmares clothes in flesh, I flirt
I call upon the souls now stolen by sorcery
Innate supremacy
Drawn by my orotund voice
In pursuit of power demanding their servitude
It may be obfuscated to you
I hope you will never harden to be so crude
All this is integral to meet my choice
Too late - to bring things in situ
Wretched and damned walk the earth
In metaphysical ways I gave them birth
Leaving pestilence and corruption in their wake
As a devout master of necromancy I TAKE
Don't even try seeking release
from your hellish existence
Upon being born as a member of the deathless
I choke in your obnoxious persistence
Take this upheaval as a challenge -
resistance is useless
I sacrificed my soul
As we walk the earth - I take my toll