beyond salvation

the wolves carries my name, in their midnight speeches, and that quiet subtle voice, is summoning me from afar, and a voice much closer, screams to me with unholy impatience, and the weight of your soul, will decide it's final resting place, as light is our darkness, we seek the day, but when the shade of the night comes, it chases my strength away, i've seen unknown lands, no map has ever charted, and i lived in the deserts, and the wastelands, and i have spoken with the demons, and the souls of the slaughtered, and the weight of your soul, will decide it's final resting place, as the light is our darkness.