Leave me here, bleak and abandoned. Such are my thoughts, As I search for a sign, Clenching hands with cross. Lord, I fear I’ve reached the end of the line. For I am, the oldest of three. A bastard, I shall never be free. For I have no right to the throne, As I was conceived before the King was wed. My tomb will bear no markings in stone.
For I have no true purpose, Cast me away, into the depths of solitude. Nothing more than a blank slate, Legends of the ability to lift face. Sways me bound a journey past the stonegate, Towards the Temple of the Forsaken.
Soon my transformation will begin, A new man, born of sin. God of the Forsaken.
Please take me in, Cleanse my soul.
Give me back a life worth living, And make me whole, And make me whole.
For I have no true purpose, Cast me away, into the depths of solitude. Nothing more than a blank slate, Legends of the ability to lift face. Sways me bound a journey past the stonegate, Towards the Temple of the Forsaken.
At last, I have found the answer. To the unanswered question of my future and of my being. Towards the Temple of the Forsaken, I shall find my calling.
Towards The Temple of the Forsaken.
I shall wear a mask, To shadow the truth of my face. Cloaked in the light of the day, My wrath shall be unveiled.
As the new flesh is placed against my face, I am transformed, into a new man. A man that I need, To plant the deadly seed.
To The Temple of the Forsaken.
For I have no true purpose, Cast me away, into the depths of solitude. Nothing more than a blank slate, Legends of the ability to lift face. Sways me bound a journey past the stonegate, Towards the Temple of the Forsaken.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
