Slayn

Staring out at the shadows in the dark night
Watching for the breath of life in the moonlight
Looking at the cold glass pane of pain
Seeing my breath fog the window like death

None shall escape thy clutches,
None shall walk without crutches,
What is it that you wish from me?
I have for long awaited thee.

Death, be not proud
For some have called thee mighty and dreadful,
You’re nothing but a shroud
A simple curtain so lightly restful

Your scythe has no edge,
None that can break my pledge
May your blade chip and shatter
Against a will like mine.. Nothing will matter

The mist swirls outside, warning
No heed, I shall keep respawning
Reckless? Fear is death
Take risks with every breath.

You ask, what of Pain?
I answer, what is pain?
It never matters till the end
You choose when you bend.

Fight with your soul,
Fight for your goal
Revenge isn’t in the picture
I write my own scripture.

Look it’s the crack of light in the sky
O Death, where do you fly?
To amuse yourself with a weaker soul?
You’ll only win when I lay down my sword


When I reach my goal.


~the Hellspawn

- Arise, Awaken, Annhilate, Achieve

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