Through truest darkness, time unfounded,
Blackest fate, love's hearts unbounded.
The master's fire, with wrath to spare,
Doth challenge all, invokes desire.
Though deepest depth, darkest myre,
Fateful high, the tallest spire.
The magic symbol, the sigil we trust,
Calls to our weakness, hideous lust,
Though fire and wrath, we tumble meek,
Our soul's surcease through solemn ire,
Through dwindling hope your soul shall seek,
Seek not to play upon the devils lyre.
The fiddle cast, the challenge rhymed,
Untimely woe, wouldst soul thy rest,
With sails unfurled, and hopeless mind,
Thy ship doth sail, fate misaligned.
Thunder crashes, fates asunder,
The depths of woefulness do cry
The ocean's plunder, sought awry. By
The angel of your final forethought,
Truth is hopefulness forelorn
Your destiny, your life is shorn,
The careless arrow, bolt from quiver,
Naked fear, thy soul doth shiver.
Upon thy hopes doth love endure,
Through timely madness we ensure,
Though fires of wrath, and hateful shore,
We love you still, forever more.
Beckon not, the tides of woe,
For this is most unseemly foe,
Love is life, and direst madness,
When all around is darkest fastness.
So fire the fates of heart most true,
Summons call the ancient will,
Oh, God forbid, thy fateful due,
Time has ceased, and all is still.
The deepest, darkest toll of ire,
In loving family, truthful fire,
So burn the faithful, wicked fire,
Untimely we, will never tire.
Thy loving fire, does not relent,
My soul for you, does not repent.
Thy loving fire, does not relent,
My soul for you, does not repent.
