Memories of torment strikes me.
Attempts were made to suffocate me at birth.
Fools, I was already ancient.
Thou can not kill whats breeds within Thee.
Alas, this agony.
The emptiness of earthborn pride.
Hath stirred my faithful heart.
Which guided me to darker paths,
far away from their pestilent ways.
Cleansed was I from deceitful grace.
Yet, put to scorn was I,
by those unclean.Enslaved by ignorance,
they blindly spat upon the deity of hate.
Awake is the darkest fiend.
By the fallen one I shall arise.
Upon bewildered masses.
To whom the indulgence of my soul
portray as sin made god.
I shall revile and quell the source.
Whence mockery of my kind derive.
This I know.
Facile shalt my quest not come to pass.
Deathwish be my gift to all at last.
Honour.
Commended no longer as virtue.
Yet, shalt be extolled at light's demise.
By the fallen one I shall arise
Believer, speak not to me of justice.
For none have I ever seen.
By God, I shall give as I receive.
Betrayer, speak not to me at all.
You and this world ripped my fucking heart out.
Again... and again... and again...
(Emperor: Anthems to the Welkin at Dust)
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