Since the beginning of time
The ever-lasting darkness was born
To unsee it by essence is a crime
To acknowledge it is a curse of scorn
I was created, into this mess of reality
I am lost, longing to where I'm supposed to be
In the conformity of both past and future
Where one is bleak, and the other is one is even bleaker
The curse of the shadows of death
Every inhale could be the last breath
Longing for epochs that we never lived
In hopes of others, the others that might not exist
This spell cast upon us, will it one day break?
Is this all what's here in life or is there more to take?
The undying curse, of the blackest of times
The undying curse, and vengeance shall be mine.
Since the beginning of time
The ever-lasting darkness was born
To unsee it by essence is a crime
To acknowledge it is a curse of scorn