The Burning Wanderer
Through wastes, no mortal shall defy
Cataclysmic tales fester in his mind
From cliffs of old, He shall ride
In times unspoken, for in haste he goes unbound
Construct of outrage,
A plight of death in the Earth's primal youth
Faded Subconscious, A Trail of Lies
False hopes that to the end
In Purgatory, vengeance cries
I seek in vain
The head of Viceran in my own grasp
His neck shall bleed, the damned will cry
Pray to the young gods, for the old now turn to dust
Cataclysmic tales fester in his mind
From cliffs of old, He shall ride
In times unspoken, for in haste he goes unbound
Construct of outrage,
A plight of death in the Earth's primal youth
Faded Subconscious, A Trail of Lies
False hopes that to the end
In Purgatory, vengeance cries
I seek in vain
The head of Viceran in my own grasp
His neck shall bleed, the damned will cry
Pray to the young gods, for the old now turn to dust
Credits
Writer(s): Liam Mcmahon
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