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A thousand fires burn a land of darkness for which I can not return. A world awaits of which they not understand that pains of our minds. For they have been tainted by there venom. For I have always upheld the oath of my brethren. The calling of my soul the pledge of my kindred.



For ever and always pulling my mind body and soul to the brink of oblivion. How we are blinded to see that our ways the reasons for our suffering amongst this tainted and horrid world. Why must we always feel the blunt of our past always pounding away at our will to live like a blacksmith forging the very means of our death.



you once haunted my dreams with visions of my salvation only to find you were the harbor of my destruction you were the means to my end. you where the very cause of my horrid suffering.





you shattered my soul and you made me anew in the very image of which I vowed to destroy. you took pleasure in watching me wither and shrivel in to dust as you tormented me mind in to madness.



Now I only have one thing left in this world and that is for me to avenge my honor and to watch you suffer at my hands.

They march towards that place where there fates were sealed just beyond fates tainted kiss. Just beyond the realm of where demons dwell. Casting there pain in to the minds of our worlds youth.



Plagued by the choices of that which we did not make. Where the only path left to take is that of which you know will be haunted by the demons of our past.



Followed to his destiny haunted by his fate. Forged by his pain made a new by his eternal pledge to his fallen comrades to never dishonor there name.



Haunted by all of that which he has done. Tormented from the moment he took his first breath in this world. For all time dammed to walk this tainted path.



Praying to his gods that they show him mercy for he too did his time here in there eternal hell that they have made for him. Questioning why he was deemed unworthy of there mercy.



For he sold his soul for he who thought as his love. Only to find that she was tainted by there will. Consumed by this evil he plunged him self in to the darkness where he knew demons waited for he. For these words are his plea his cries for there mercy.



Beaten by his mind his soul was a drift in the shrouds of a forgotten time where he knew not what was to come of his mortal mind. So fragile he wonder in to there realm.

In the cold vastness of our minds we never see the truth behind our suffering Lost to the darkness of our path. never once were we forgotten. Wondering the eternal placae were the brave live forever. Never again shall will our fate be sealed beyond your tainted kiss.

I have followed my path to this grand design of what i call my life. When is it said to be alright to sell ones soul to the darkness of our minds. we are all so blind to see the cruelty of the beasts of which we have made with in our hearts. these are there cries there pleas for hour help so that we may find our redemption.



Will we ever find what we all seek in one form or another, but here is the thing that makes me wonder what is the meaning of all of our suffering.



i have been tormented by my suffering until it killed me and reforged my mind, body, and soul to its will.



for we are all slaves to her sway.

When all alone what does one think to himself about the next world. What does he see within himself to be able to deem himself worthy of finding his souls rest.



Hollowed words come from the world he once walked. Falling on the deaf ears of his fallen comrades.



Standing in front of them lost to not of there words but of there faith that he will lead them to there fate .



For he has prayed to the gods above that they give them the strength to face the truth. To seek what truly lay beyond him.





Sought to escape the torment of his past he wondered the great void always seeking that of which he could not find.



He was forged of there pain there blood, and then he was destroyed by there fire there anger until he was made anew by there remorse.









Always wondering when his turn for redemption would come only for it to be strip from him as it is just with in his reach. Never the fallen die. Lost he might have been but never forgotten was he.



Forever will he march forever will he fight forever shall he suffer there cruel torment. Forever lost in the eternal wasteland of eternity.