The Wonderer

In this land I have the will to stand free Once lying to faith of that of wretched kings and wench queens Walking the earth against the hot blistering winds Life has always tried to take my breath and damage my sight But still I live I’ve experienced the abomination clash of hate and blood I’ve seen the gnats of human existence suckle the fruit of life Brutal cries upon the forsaken ground I care not The anger of bitter men crucifying their morals Possessed by sickened diseased meeting a self-destructive ends Countless scorn against my blacklist Fathers and sons called forth to slay my line Feel death, you have no remorse from me See death, failing to cope with dying Taste death, victimized sourness from manipulated spirits Smell death, disgusting aroma against the Celtic frost How sad this is the way it must be For wealth these ether whores exist boundless Stealing dark arts, spells spoken to curse my name Still I stand as they are destined to be one with nothing Now all I can hear is Lady Death’s amorous tone against my ears Witnessing their own suffocation