Sun’s Delusion — Be'lakor

Descending through thickened mist An old man reached inside and tore out my slumber Ivory twists an open claw Set upon the skulls of man

Formative years aside Truth blanched in sun''s delusion But providence affirmed Destroyed my aberration Mortal seeds in divine Gave grief into life''s form

And so curved the spine Obeisance made before him Blessed in life but truly cursed by death Bitter choice befalls you Glory, lord of men, asks but pain

Master''s stone was weaved Compelled before the throne Then war came, a semblance of her Lands unite and he prospers

Grand signs assail me Temptation yields assent As irons carve the sand A ruse brings fate upon him Anguished price for laurels Veins burnt by hatred, In premonitions menis consumed me

Unsanctified, I cared nothing for their ways Yet a father''s plea dragged mercy from me

Now, demi-god, echo in eternity A toxic toll pierces the flaw On reflection, there was never any choice