ebethron

black blades in their hands, obey his every command, they search for that which was lost, through realms of rime and of frost, where no mortal may pass, atop a dais of glass, sits a scepter of light, a symbol of titan's might, he comes from cities of darkness, to suffer harlots and fools, loneliness is his raiment, solitude is his jewel, he's seen the valley of solace, beheld the spires of sleep, he's fed the pyres of the fallen, and heard their widows weep, we come from cities in darkness, to conquer cowards and fools, loneliness is our payment, solitude is our due, walk through valleys of solace, ascend the spires of sleep, ignore the warnings of prophets, and for the children i'll weep, skies blackened with crows, shadows on winter's snows, within a temple of ice, priestesses perform the rites, witness the setting of suns, the darkest days have begun, let the seers come forth, at morning's light we ride north