Hellion
A creature, I’ve become.
Dark destiny smiled coldly on my ill birth.
Never loved by anyone,
despised by all.
A childhood locked away in a dungeon,
Demons came to me.
Underneath my slumber they spoke to my soul,
withering sway under my father's tyranny.
Freedom burning my hands to crisp,
is what I craved most dear.
Years later I've traveled these brutal lands with an insatiable vein of hate.
Anger flowed onto the streets,
death empowered my fists and I've led an unholy war against man.
Visions haunt me as I lay next to unpolished women,
Cold mass graves are common gifts from me,
wintered suns bake my skin,
into a forbidden bliss I will wait for darkness.
An old man now,
wasted promises in my youth.
Eternally damaged that heaven disturbs my very core. Inflamed with my desire to have every head,
a book of nightmares contains my name.
Demon hunters bound to my door,
silence no longer exists.
A hundred fold lives I've lived for a simple vow,
opening my eyes for the last time.
Demons take me away to paradise,
away from God's infernal hate.
Blind to my Binds,
every nail has a bloodstain.
A curse upon my coffin, "may not one open my home for I shall rise and roam once again."
