And then,brooding.
Perched upon the tomb of fallen heros,
Like an unholy remnant of a new Dark Age.
No need to wear black when one's soul already IS.
I play the Game of Souls.
I play because I don't have one anymore.
Madness is only the beginning.
And I fear,I fear there never is an end.
You call me "death obsessed"?
If I could remember how to laugh,I would.
No,you see,death isn't an obsession.
It's more like fine wine,to be savored.
Bring me the souls of the Lost.
I need the company.
Bring me the Damned.
And I shall be their King.
Hail to the King,baby.
