The Withered King - Algos

I’ve lost my wings to guide me

To where my arrows fall,

My memories a token, of where she lay down broken

A toast for the fallen on loneliest nights.

By those who have not felt the blade.

Come forth, dearest reaper and come take my life.

Your presence here caused no dismay

And kings fell to glory, but others will rise

The end of a story, Like others before me

Once soared like an eagle, a god of the skies

No longer felt burdened by mere mortal ties

The rain and the lightning now covered my eyes.

Robbed from my freedom, by gods that arise

A slave to my anger, shackled by its chains

The longing for vengeance still burns in my veins

The night will stain red, in a spectacle of blood

Tonight, i will open the skies and dismember your gods

Don’t let me return to the hell where i’m from.

Speak your litanies no more

I’ll drown the heavens in rivers of tears

For your betrayal

I’ve lived by the sword i won’t die for your words

May my arrows find a way to your heart and lift this curse, once and for all

I hold no fear for this life, through many tired days, I’ve seen the end of

this fight

No glory left for me, I’ve sinned too many times, to be expected to rise

Your soul is as black as the words that you form,

A dark shapeless mess, forcing me no more

And light nor dark can now break me down

A withered king, broken.

No justice nor crowns