Clench The Feet Of Fools

Amidst dysmal storms rises a dead calm
I find myself in quiet contemplation and awe
A revenant appears a courier from the rings down below
He chuckles, then he bows.

"I will tell you a tale now sojourner
of your forefather's wretched sin
To bask in the glory of our soverign
he bartered with your own kin.

He's a general commanding our legions now
Awaiting the seed in his lineage to sprout
Greetings, this is you.

I sense a perfidy once again now immortal
, as we both know you don't belong
The Somber Nation were never meant as a stepping stone for dead souls.

Benighted on the surface you dwell
Invite me to enlighten your path
with the stars
Which brings me to your death!

Is this your call sojourner?
To rove this gloom, as salvager of humans to help them anew?
Their sorrow cause will consume you and derail your call
You're led astray, you're bound to sense this too!

You roamed into a dim world and you're lost to them all, into a system where you're out of control
Nature self requires rules to abide, you overstepped them once but now you can't hide
You won't fit in, dead seething, as you'll be stuck here half alive in this tomb
I offer your soul contingency to rebirth... Turn yourself to me!
As king... to Clench the Feet of Fools!"

"So revenant, you come to tell me, my life is all about to reign or devour?
By choosing death my soul might thrive, and the nether regions opens up wide?
To leave a seat for me to rule as your king, to rule the demon that once hauled my soul in?
Beside my forefather who started it all?
If that's what it takes then welcome me in my sleep... to die..."