I was born with scars on my soul,
tales foretold by each of my mole.
I have a painful lore,
as i might not be here to sing once more.
vast tides of shame I bore,
the journey as a stranger aimed at unknown.
crownless king of misfortune unshone,
ruling the shadows of the past,
before my cries burn in the flames of rotting time.
i know you love me more,
sweet death, embrace me therefore
rid me of this pain, i can bare no more
this prison of solitude
I would ever be in your gratitude.