Oathean

A Life of Suffering Craving The Darkness

Oathean


In this tranquill place I have cast aside my perverse craving wrapped in darkness 
Glorious dreams seeking hope and ambition are scattered like 
ashes to the whims of the vast, open sky 
And now deep inside this peaceful earth, my will goes unheeded, 
I flow like grains of sand 
caught in the relentless river current of the course of nature 

Casting aside these dark desires. Towards the sighing of the wind 
Casting aside these dark desires. I set forth from this place to search for my soul 

The dark spirit that possesses me leads me down the path towards a world of never-ending darkness 
Leaving nothing but a trail of anguish, despair and destruction, blood flows on 
In the end, this familiar suffering washes over me again 
My destiny, like an unrelenting nightmare, is buried in the grave of my soul 
It flows along with the undeviating course of nature 

In this weak world that I cannot be a part of 
Someone had to be sacrificed to the never-ending darkness 
It was to be me... 

Now I have come to realize... 
It is a life of pleasure and darkness 
Let me be free 
It is a spirit of pleasure and darkness 
Let me be free 

In my failure of a life long ago in which I sold my soul 
Freedom... 
I want to find myself in mor than just a pale shadow