The Withered King

I've seen the eye of the storm
The freezing winds will tear, my will for words that I've sworn.

I've lead the hunters pack to battlegrounds still undefeated
Hoping to not turn back, with morals low and hopes depleted.

I've lost my wings to guide me
To where my arrows fall
My memories a token, of where she lay down broken.

A toast for the fallen on loneliest nights
By those who have not felt the blade
Come forth, dearest reaper and come take my life
Your presence here caused no dismay.

And kings fell to glory, but others will rise
The end of a story, Like others before me.

Once soared like an eagle, a god of the skies
No longer felt burdened by mere mortal ties.

The rain and the lightning now covered my eyes
Robbed from my freedom, by gods that arise
A slave to my anger, shackled by its chains
The longing for vengeance still burns in my veins.

The night will stain red, in a spectacle of blood
Tonight, i will open the skies and dismember your gods.

Don't let me return to the hell where i'm from
Speak your litanies no more.

I'll drown the heavens in rivers of tears
For your betrayal.

I've lived by the sword i won't die for your words
May my arrows find a way to your heart and lift this curse, once and for all.

I hold no fear for this life, through many tired days, I've seen the end of this fight
No glory left for me, I've sinned too many times, to be expected to rise.

Your soul is as black as the words that you form
A dark shapeless mess, forcing me no more.

And light nor dark can now break me down
A withered king, broken. No justice nor crowns.