Burning RemorseYou've stalked me all my life,Always hidden just beyond my sight.A demented phantom that shadowed my every step,A sickening smile that haunted my dreams,A harrowing voice that burned within my mind,A devouring maw that fed upon my fears,The ever present architect of my imperfect insanity.But now I've torn your ebon veil asunder;And shall drag you into the light of judgment. You took my world,Now I shall take your life!So let us burn together, within the fires of eternity,Till not a trace remains.
Ebon CrusadeFrom a fetid ebon throne an immortal tyrant reinsHis grim taint chokes the landAnd wherever he treads life retreatsYet light still endures within his forlorn domainWithin the hearts and souls of the forsakenIt shines through the blight like stars piercing the night skySo rise and stand strong brothers and sistersLet us cut a path through this bleak eventideAnd with this glorious light blazing in our heartsWe shall shatter his dark rule
Poets Bane, The Blank PageOh what is a poet to doWhen he lacks the will to writeTo be a song bird with no callTo be a man with no museThe mocking gaze of the black pageStings worse than the harshest criticFor this is a poet's bane
Revolt of the Caged SoulA faint light shines between these bars of iron,As shadows drift by me, memories of days long past.My tears fall onto the stone floor below,As my freedom drifts away on crimson wings,And hope fades into the silence of my dark cell.Hells ebon maw is closing shut around me.Yet the gentle wind that ebbs between the bars keeps me aliveFor iron gates and razor wire cannot command itAnd like the wind, I shall be free one dayThese chains cannot bind my wings forever
Futile IgnoranceA nightmare world bathed in flameSundered by strife and hateTwo factions on opposing sidesAre truly one and the sameFear has rendered reason inertAs ignorance reigns supremeThis land may seem but a twisted fantasy But this fantasy is all too real
Ideal IdeasMighty mortals come and goAs ages pass to dustMen shall fallAnd steel shall rustAs towering monoliths crumbleYet by word of mouthOr written verseIdeas are eternal