He made pilgrimage to these cursed lands With sword and painted shield in hand A personal sun he seeks to claim; The radiance of a heliacal father’s flame.
He would commend his soul to the fire To perpetuate the age of sunlight From the cinders of the Kiln, he stokes the pyre Immolation is the dream of this knight.
He is friend to the wayward phantoms His sigil of gold, a brilliant bastion Seeking out the fading lord Smouldering in a forsaken, ashen core
And so it was that he ventured into the fiery ruins borne of the witch's folly Afflicted by the curse of hollowing thought. The blazing depths did teem with demonic foes owing genesis to the false flame Beneath the helm, humanity continually rots. The sun-sworn knight pierces through the inferno, impelled by the promise of everlasting radiance Treading ancient scoria beneath thy feet. His glare illuminates the forgotten halls; no shadow subsists in the warrior's wake. Beware the subterranean solar deceit!
Magnificence or madness awaits this knight The fire linked, or the darkness down below He fights to preserve the bleary ember’s light To repel the Abyss unleashed so long ago
A sacrifice unto the primal fire!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
