In shadows deep where whispers crawl,
The obsidian dreams begin to call,
In a realm where the scourge has crept,
Through the silence, my soul has wept.
Torment rides on the chilling winds,
Lost in the frost where the darkness grins,
A maelstrom brews in the heart of despair,
As I battle the demons lurking near.
Chains of night, so heavy and cold,
The stories of anguish silently told,
Crimson stains on a broken throne,
In this wasteland, I stand alone.
The fire inside ignites with rage,
From this prison, I’ll break the cage,
The obsidian shards reflect my pain,
Each fracture holds a memory’s stain.
Through the tempest, I seize the light,
A spark ignites in the endless night,
As the torment fades in the wake of dawn,
I rise anew, reborn, and strong.
Blades of ice cut through the storm,
In the chaos, new power is born,
From the depths, I will claim my fate,
No longer bound by the hands of hate.
Now I stand, with fire in my veins,
Unleashing fury that knows no chains,
The maelstrom howls as I take my stand,
With obsidian strength, I reclaim the land.
As the last echoes of my pain dissolve,
In the light of the dawn, I finally evolve,
With shadows behind, my spirit will soar,
Through the darkness, I’ve opened the door.
Metal
Obsidian, scourge, torment, frost, maelstrom