Rose

Raised In the street as a mere dog

Hit for every piece of bread

Sleeping on a wooden log

Spit on everything I bled

Every day, night, heat or cold

Raised as dog treated like mold

Anger which hardened me when you all laugh

You've done your part. Now, feel my wrath!

I spare no woman or child as told

I bring ever burning doom unfold

It is the evil you so blindly serve

And cold justice which you so much deserve

Now scream in flames of your ignorance

Boil, for you are to blame

For the tears of your dying innocence

On the blade of your legacy, your fame

Who I am as a true mind and shape?

My gentle touch, my cold love enflamed?

What of my intent? My purpose, my goal?

What of my unhinged, released soul?

I am the darkness of the day

Where I move, the people change

For worse fates or for the better

As godwritten by the letter

My very mind was forged in shape

A cacophony of sounds melted by faith

Calmed by waters of love and hate

And sculpted in form of a beautiful blade

My reasons unknown shall today remain

For my love of life and light upon a fane

In stone and vines are shaped with thoughs

Forever bowed to the very gods

For what I am? A god descend?

A world's life, its very end

I shape and twist, I make whole plans

And conclude all here, with my very hands

As for you, my listener of sorts

I leave you a moment of silance for thoughts

A piece of my mind, more worthy then gold

May you use it well in your worlds untold

Shre nazg golugranu Kilminudu

Obmi kuzdurbaghu gundum-ishi

Nugu gurunkilu bard gurutu

Ash burz-durbaghu burzum-ishi

Agh burz-ishi makha gulshu darulu!

Ash nazg Durbatuluuk

Ash Nazg Gimbatul

Ash Nazg Thrakatuluuk

Agh Burzum-ishi Krimpatul

Daghburz-ishi makha gulshu darulu

Cure

What is a man in its whole state?

A creature of love, peace and good fate?

Or animal of war, disease and hate?

A pile of worms on a mountain of corpses

Unjustly murderd by its own forces

A world's suffering on concrete and steel

A worm named "Man", the Earth skin's peel.

And upon the damned world

You appear as flesh, a cure, of war

Beast in aspect and godlike untold

And the stench of rot in breath you hold.

You are the fire to cleanse this blight

A spawn of Doom and Hate, burning bright

A laying hand upon a world's soul

And the damnasion for a worm most foul

You are the cure for our world's hate

You are Death incarnate

Raised In the street as a mere dog

Hit for every piece of bread

Sleeping on a wooden log

Spit on everything I bled

Every day, night, heat or cold

Raised as dog treated like mold

Anger which hardened me when you all laugh

You've done your part. Now, feel my wrath!

I spare no woman or child as told

I bring ever burning doom unfold

It is the evil you so blindly serve

And cold justice which you so much deserve

Now scream in flames of your ignorance

Boil, for you are to blame

For the tears of your dying innocence

On the blade of your legacy, your fame

Sweet Darkness and Woe

What my existance in your world of darkness means

A world which in suffering burns and stings

A world doomed to fail from birth

In which trust and love have no worth

Oh you whom which to me life you gave

Oh you whom which to me life you take

Those who once my love you sought

To end it in sorrow, blood and naught

You who breathed deep from my pain and rage

Brought me to my knees and put me in a cage

Left me feeding on rats and hopin I will rot

But in darkness I died and in darkness rebrought

Great greave I have suffered and great journey to go

For I held everything you throw

I shaked hands with demons and death below

And now you shall fear blade of my woe

Great darkness and woe, great darkness and woe!

Hear me pray and accept the life of my foe!

Today I give you blood and vengeance to sufice!

Enthrall its fless and soul, bequench my sacrifice!

Because... Why the f* not?

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For You

In the madness of the war I would raise my shield

To protect you from doom and death in field

I will say a pray for every second past

May your life be first and your wars the last

I will raise my sword to fight by your side

Your name is in my heart carved with gold and pride

May you say my name in your darkest times aloud

And I shall make my way through fire unbound

I raise my ale and say your name for all to hear

You, defender of the people showing no fear

You who has shown the fire worthy of a bard

And made it's way so swift towards my very heart.

As Eldur walked towards what he once called home, he realised the fate of his betraying wife would be in his hands. The empty void in his chest feeding on his emotions, what reamins truly his would be his judgement. One last task that holds him to this world...

He arrives at the door and budges in. Standing calm in the door he stares at his wife beside his best friend for a few seconds before the hysteria crawled in their minds... The monster, has finally caught them. With a quick slash, he decapitated the miserable betrayer and grabbed her.

-Not long ago, you confessed your deepest burning love for me. Would you find it one last time in your heart forgive me and let me attone for my sins?

-Heart? I once had one. I gave it to you and you chose to stab it, feed from it's blood and end it. You deprived me of trust, emotion, life, will and meaning aside from the judgement you shall now recieve. Judgement made with a clear mind.

His words spoken his desire. And as such, he rips her heart out of her chest, and proceeds eating it with a craving hunger. Her body fell lifeless on the ground pale as snow, bleeding abundently fron the crater in her chest that once held her tracherous heart. Once done, Eldur fell to the ground and his body disappeared into the void that once spawned him, with a smile, being finally free of his eternal nightmare...

How long has it been? A moment untold?

A blink of an eye, an answer to hold?

What have I done to you to treat me like mold?

With so much hate, cause so much pain and be so cold?

Have I defied your crown, your rights, your land?

Have I not answered when you needed a hand?

Have I said other then the word you spred?

Have I taken from children you fed?

I wish to forgive the evil you planned and inflicted

As in books and tomes depicted

With a quick end and short body for my gull

My 7.62 bullet directed against your skull

Twinke, twinkle little fake...

Watch me kill that blasted snake...