The echoes of silence drifts before me
As I wait to fly from dark blue skies
Without wings
To find a world in which I live
To see the people whom I see
I scale the black mountains
Where light descends,
Upon the horizon I see the dark angles fly.
To live in a world where cold comforts me
Against the uneasiness of the warmth
I confront the Dark to rest within.
Nothing is real high above the stars
Obscured by clouds is my memoir of wars
And yet I am ready
To face these ghastly winds
To bring horror upon
Those creatures of the wild.
In this wilderness I roam
As a demigod or a king
With my sword dripping of blood
Of those who have sinned.