Only shall they know,
Of the hurricane of my soul.
Brimstone deep shall burn my bones,
And tear the love from my heart.
Only shall they know,
Of the hurricane of my soul.
Brimstone deep shall burn my bones,
And tear the love from my heart.
Once a great time ago;
The streams of compassion,
The clouds of forgiveness,
The tress of strength,
Resided within my world.
In perfect harmony, flawless in creation;
My spirit, my lands.
Pure light radiated to guide my mind,
To help, to save, to heal.
As an eclipse blocked my sun,
And my grip began to loose.
It came.
A jugger naught of teeth and claws,
To gnash the peace within;
To poison my streams,
To seed my clouds,
To burn my trees.
And attack my loving core.
Without the hesitation of mercy,
The darkness gripped my gem.
Belching smoke and sweating lye,
My precious world plummeted into darkness.
A plague to all within.
Rage within the battle began,
Legions of values marched onto grapple.
The unseen cloak,
Erethrial and hidden,
Gaze enough to break bone,
And screams to melt skin.
No avail came to this corruption,
A grip to my core came slowly,
Fallen to darkness; poisoned,
The roots and tendrils from me spread.
Inhabited by the iron skinned wraiths,
A device of hatred, a tool of distrust.
That I may wrench free,
Your love,
Your strength,
Your joy.
To expel the chains into thy chest,
And return to me faith.
To spew my ink and burn this land,
All shall be as dark as my heart.