Ariakas

The only world I know of,
Is that which I am in.
It’s dark, twisted, and cold,
Evil spirits dwell within.

This hatred I obscure,
Brings others down with me.
I wish there was a cure.
I wish I could set these spirits free.

The darkness reigns,
There is no remorse.
The dead will rise at dawn,
My spirit remains torn.

The melt down of the core
Brings the fall of mankind.
The expansion of the hoard
Conjures the end of time.

The scent of putrid waste,
Rotting on the streets.
Wastes away my life with haste,
‘Till my bones have no marrow nor meat.

The darkness reigns,
There is no remorse.
The dead will rise at dawn,
My spirit remains torn.

The demons within me break away,
Uprising through my flesh.
Now I wish they had stayed,
‘Cause I’m rotting with the rest.

I’m barren inside, no point in living.
They had taken me away.
My soul is gone and no one’s giving.
Welcome to the End of Days.

The darkness reigns,
There is no remorse.
The dead will rise at dawn,
And my spirit remains torn.

Aaron Dogah