The morn is filled with fire
Where do I find the ire?
Why from the land beneath where lava does flow
I, son of the dark doomed to the world of light
Yet here does the feeble Will strike in fright
Cursed and yet loved by the being: Blight
Vast are the corridors of might
hidden by Gods in their eternal fight
But still I, a mortal stuck neither here nor there, lo do I lack a foe?
Of the Twins there was always one
One of higher mind and the other of spirit
But because of Pride and Arrogance
The twins shall apart: be broken
Stars of the Ocean above will rejoice when serpents fly
For the sun has peeked through the veil of deciet
But of that lost? Of that to be found? Of that to rise?
Beware the one that shines of coal and fright yet cries alight!
The Twins shall rise rise once more but the trail will open
For destruction is creation and the air is full of spores
Thus I decay over the centuries few…
So that you may live… Two?