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