Dark Souls
Through the well-known gates of stone
I come to face my truest fate
Why am I here is yet unknown
An exile of a lost and withered state

The feeble blood was shed
The rot of speeches and decay
Sunlight beams are lying dead
In the shadow of the god of clay

Only weakness makes the circle shut
Yet still it can be broken
By the one who’s soul was brought
Among the hollowed and unspoken

And I shall enter the final flame
With arms stretched like on a cross
The sun in spring the people fame
Being turned to ash – my only loss

But I shall leave into the Dark
With my faithful servants horde
I hear voices, hear them mark
My return as the true Dark Lord