A serpentine crave
Bishop of hexenAt the far most point
Where several world meet
In the mist, erupts passion Where motion sets remorse
Energy flows in a shapeless course
And sorrow-forged in fire
The seeds of storm
Burst and grow to become a swarm
To hammer out your dreams
With a dreadful coating
All is but a prison when the heart is confined
All is but death when deprived of pride
My thirst arose, and now loose, I begin the search for glory
When awhim become a will and paves the way to power
When in famine
The hour always comes late when fulfilling a burning desire
When touching the core and the heart of the pyre
A scorched black path leads to my salvation
This way demands great deeds
To mock fear and despair
To put an end to my starvation
"Danger glances like a sunshine to a brave man's etes"
As honor is seductive to the shamed and shallow
And fortune a stranger to the downcast, deafen by meger cry
Danger is indeed for me, a graceful jubilation
I carve and huner
For a thunderous love
A serpentine love for hate and glory
With a vigilant eye, i observe the sky
To guide me and my flock
To relive and cure our ills
An omen from above
Our steps, led by a distant staff
When time and place will come into eclipse- we will be as one
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