Death was supposed to be a permanent reprieve, Upon the shadowed sea of nihility. So I welcomed the day that I would cease to breath. But necromantic spells have taken even this from me.
This was supposed to be an everlasting sleep. An end of earthly toils, promised to me. The comfort of the end; a fate betrayed. Cursed to undeath, the Necromancer's way.
Now he commands his horde of putrid skin and bone, We are amalgamations, upon which body parts are sewn. I gaze with soulless eyes, my body lurching on its own. I paid my debt to the gallows, now this body has been loaned.
This is not the flesh that I once knew A mindless husk; my thoughts subdued. I am tasked to kill, my objections waived. This is not my will, I was ripped from the grave. This is not my will, I was ripped from the grave.
This was supposed to be an everlasting sleep. An end of earthly toils, promised to me. The comfort of the end; a fate betrayed. Cursed to undeath, the Necromancer's way.
Is this cosmic humor? Is my fate the joke? Since I yearned for death, Did karma sit provoke? Unwanted immortality, necromantic vitality, Seal me to nothingness and throw away the key. Is this cosmic humor? Is my fate the joke? Since I yearned for death, Did karma sit provoke? Unwanted immortality, necromantic vitality, Please kill me, and end this second 'life.'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
