Lordvessel

Well waht have we here

Is it a pilgrim from the asylum Carried aloft

By a friend to our lady of sin

Where to begin

Listen well boy

There are two bell to ring

The parish above

The blightbog Found Deep below

And their Guardians

Still thirst for your cursed blood

Drop your sign

For a brother is need to find

I will walk

Through the fog

As I welcom death

I will pillage these bodys

I will feed to the Fire these shards of a soul

A magnificent father

In a desperate attempt

To stave off the end of his age

He runs himself hollow

And burns all his knights alive

A shell of his former self

They lock him away

Far beneath

His crumbling

Shrine

A radiant sun

Forged by the feeble hands

Of a child not fit for his throne

A clever deceit

To make everyone believe

The lords haven't left them behind

Like a moth

Flittering towards a flame

Vereor nox

I will walk

Through the fog

As I welcom death

I will pillage these bodys

I will feed to the Fire these shards of a soul

If only I could be so grossly incandescent

I will March through the dark

Like the hero before me

I have died many times

I'm replete with humannity