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
