Solfernus' Path - Darzamat

His numb fingers clenched around infamy

The blurry transparencies of misty dreams

Washed his atrocious soul

Praised for his vaulting pride and sinister hubris

Betrothed to a doomed song of darkness stronger than god himself

He disavowed his soul for ages

Hoisted the sails when the storm started its mournful lament

He stepped forward, silent, lightnings in his eyes

The sons of men on the brink of death

How much they suffered looking at his mysterious glare

And the heavens in their eyes faded, the day darkened

The shadow swelling casting its black wing

Like the flame fluttering in the wind

Panting with bitterness

Entombed in a smoking urn

He descended into the dark abyss of spectres

Dimmed are the sepulchral candles

With a cunning gesture of his crooked hands

Immune to the stare of those piercing eyes

The king of chaos merges into gloom