Wraithborn piosenki

Pyres blaze and demons roar. From beyond the light, they are born. Bridge the gap, and see them pour through the gates of the Ebon Vale once more. Twilight dawns as the black sun rises in the sky. The silhouette of eternity is growing ever n...

Symbols carved upon the walls A gyre forms a fire spawns All guided by my thoughts and my hands This Sorcery it’s plain to see I'm growing strong but still learning I know that it will take some time Every day its witchery to drown my thoughts...

Weeks I’ve spent here, pages after pages read. The words within tell me nothing now but nonsense. Characters of unknown alphabets litter parchment. No longer can I read this scripture’s nonsense. Turning once more, I view some scratch that’...

I feel as though I have been searching for days. All my physical ailments from my life before coming to this… place… have left me. In their place now, all I feel is doubt. It seems very likely to me now that Xelvellol has misguided me… Brought me here...

O father forgive us for we know not. The sin of man is cast upon us. In flesh and bone the devil hides. The burden of god has become mine. I gazed upon the night And the Lord Speaketh unto me. Go forth with blades and knives to rid my kingdom of d...

The day has come, the stage is set. The deal we made I did not forget. My skills refined, my mind is sharp, The will of the vicar now is not afar. Seventeen ninety-three, the king sleeps in chains as his vermin rave free. Xelvellol calls...

Since that night in 1765, He’s had nothing to say. Nothing but the words of a rabid hatred. Nothing but the crack of a whip. Mother’s last words, I am told were nothing but my name twofold. Bleeding out, Bastien, she cried. And then she was no mo...

I flee from home to find a bed for me to rest my head. Again, the woods are calling me. I dare not look back. Something’s itching on my face. My hands tell me that my skin and hair are not in place. Shaken to the core and stripped of peace. I f...

I wake up to the sound of voices. “Bastien, Bastien” in the dead of night. And to my feet I quickly rise. Bone blade in hand. I look around and see not a soul to bare. No doors make sound, No boots to a step. I am completely alone, yet my name...