The frozen spirit of death walks with me as I pass the hall.

For no man can turn death away.

All will be done as done is.

I’ve never been so cold.

No one has ever been so cold to me, as to freeze my soul.

Not even the guiding light can purge my heart of this evil.

The divine truth has been shrouded in deceit.

No light allowed radiating from my melancholy soul.

The battle rings out for all to hear, over the impending future of my heart.

I arise victorious, but with the mark of battle deep in my flesh, I am forced to remember my past.

Forever and always yours.

Forever sorry.