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

Meet their feet
Admit your defeat!!!!