A long way down to the judgment day
in the hell, Dark whispered to me;
“Can you make amends for the sins you have made?
your soul is vile , your heart is dead
you led a life of lie in the dread you fed.”
then he chained me and tossed to a cell, deep dark in the hell.
Ruler of darkness, lord O’ mine
it is not me who is a pureblood vile,
the world ye so much trust is tainted with greed and lust.
Creatures of my kind; a hopeless race of hypocrites
aided by their pretty mind, raging war for peace and right
within their civil attire dwells a soul barbaric as hellfire,
they punish the sane for being insane, corrupted beings then complain
of morality, ethics and brotherhood being all vain!
So now that I have ran away from my own kind
Tell me Dark lord O’ mine, shall I stay or shall I fly?
Or shall I pursue the smeared lines of my fate?
Driving past the frozen snow, now I am on my own
hacked by the betrayal for hollow love that I’ve known
loved by the ache for the feelings that are gone;
you dragged me to this place, the hell and now it’s my only home.