The Dark Traverse - Isvind

Dressed to walk the path of wrath

Soulless wandering onwards

His life has long since left

Dragging chains meant to lock him in

No walls can keep him out

No gates can stand his might

A fist to grasp the cross

And thrust it down by force

Flames are rising from the corpse

Scorching heat to boil the blood

His soul is cold and vast like space

His gaze as sharp as his scythe

The black cloth of eternity

Covers his lifeless bones

Fear has come to bring you down

Death has come to let you in