Vengeance - Hoth

While he sleeps he can feel the pulse of the universe quivering

Beneath his fingers he can strum the strings of creation

He can watch stars be born and die in a single breath

With all this power, if only he could master his foe

Vengeance against time

Vengeance against memory

The malice that clouds his mind

Vengeance will be his

For all his accomplishments amount to nothing

If his being is devoured by one greater than himself

Vile misanthropy spews silently forth from a stone face

Brutality driven by fear

Confronted in solitude, he is faced with the gnawing truth

That it was not darkness where he was birthed

Looking for answers, writhing in madness

Cursed like a leper, endless sorrow

Vengeance against time

Vengeance against memory

The malice that clouds his mind

Vengeance will be his

How do I kill this hated part of myself

How do I remove this putrid fragment of my soul

There is an unending well of hatred within me

From which bile and fury spring forth