Kneel down before my feet, I am everything and nothing all in one, suspended in time. Conqueror of the frozen wastes. Tyrant of misery.
Nothing will ever change. Time and timeless, again and forever and ever and ever.
Sometimes, amidst the cold, in isolation, amongst this chaos and despair
a distant light shines in this desecrated mind, I become one with the darkness, embracing its beauty. Fear me, for I am
Lord of Woe.
these fingertips of mine know only pain and sorrow, destroying everything that they touch. Lord of Woe.
Enthroned in this darkness.
The silence shrieks in pain, echoing throughout the wastes.
Nothing can hurt me here. My sanctuary of destruction.
The ocean boils up and begins to surface, seeping through our eyes and flesh, filling up our lungs with black and drowning us in a beautiful state of epiphany. We are the ones who make dreams and I am the error.
Floating amongst the clouds, tearing them from the skies, one by one until eventually the heavens fall in a coil of churning black and grey and my kingdom can live in darkness for all of eternity.
Sometimes, amidst the cold, in isolation, I become one with the Darkness. Lord of Woe.
These fingertips of mine know only pain and sorrow, destroying everything that they touch. Lord of Woe.
Enthroned in this darkness.
The silence shrieks in pain, echoing throughout the wastes.
Nothing can hurt me here. My sanctuary of destruction.
Kneel down
Nothing will ever change. Time and timeless, again and forever and ever and ever.
Sometimes, amidst the cold, in isolation, amongst this chaos and despair
a distant light shines in this desecrated mind, I become one with the darkness, embracing its beauty. Fear me, for I am
Lord of Woe.
these fingertips of mine know only pain and sorrow, destroying everything that they touch. Lord of Woe.
Enthroned in this darkness.
The silence shrieks in pain, echoing throughout the wastes.
Nothing can hurt me here. My sanctuary of destruction.
The ocean boils up and begins to surface, seeping through our eyes and flesh, filling up our lungs with black and drowning us in a beautiful state of epiphany. We are the ones who make dreams and I am the error.
Floating amongst the clouds, tearing them from the skies, one by one until eventually the heavens fall in a coil of churning black and grey and my kingdom can live in darkness for all of eternity.
Sometimes, amidst the cold, in isolation, I become one with the Darkness. Lord of Woe.
These fingertips of mine know only pain and sorrow, destroying everything that they touch. Lord of Woe.
Enthroned in this darkness.
The silence shrieks in pain, echoing throughout the wastes.
Nothing can hurt me here. My sanctuary of destruction.
Kneel down