Usurpation - Hath

Slaves to the curse, rotting away

No memories to sustain

Everything ends

Drifting further from life

Embers will fade

In the pantheon of old

I’ll find my place

I’ll ascend to snuff the light

Usurping the fire

What rises may fade

The spread of the dark begins

Seeking its vessels

The flame would be its bane

I covet the throne

The brighter the flame the deeper the shadow

Such is the way

Free from death, left to wander forever

Inherit fire

What rises may fade

The spread of the dark began

Seeking its vessels

The flame would be its bane

The writhing ruin bearing the curse

Always searching, wanting for naught

This ghost in the mirror

A mockery masquerading as a living thing

Every pound of flesh, every bleeding wretch

All have failed before to harness the truth

I’m a vessel for the dead

Their secrets are the prizes I lust

Knowledge of demise from the minds of the wise

We’ve lost but will soon see

For my faith lies in ruins

Let the dark be cast upon the world

Wasted to death by sloth

The might of the tempest

For he who lets the light die out