Temple of the Forsaken
Leave me here, bleak and abandoned
Such are my thoughts, as I search for a sign, clenching hands with cross
Lord, I fear I've reached the end of the line
For I am, the oldest of three
A bastard, I shall never be free
For I have no right to the throne, as I was conceived before the King was wed
My tomb will bear no markings in stone
For I have no true purpose, cast me away, into the depths of solitude
Nothing more than a blank slate, legends of the ability to lift face
Sways me bound a journey past the stonegate, towards the Temple of the Forsaken
Soon my transformation will begin, a new man, born of sin
God of the Forsaken
Please take me in, cleanse my soul
Give me back a life worth living, and make me whole, and make me whole
For I have no true purpose, cast me away, into the depths of solitude
Nothing more than a blank slate, legends of the ability to lift face
Sways me bound a journey past the stonegate, towards the Temple of the Forsaken
At last, I have found the answer
To the unanswered question of my future and of my being
Towards the Temple of the Forsaken, I shall find my calling
Towards The Temple of the Forsaken
I shall wear a mask, to shadow the truth of my face
Cloaked in the light of the day, my wrath shall be unveiled
As the new flesh is placed against my face, I am transformed, into a new man
A man that I need, to plant the deadly seed
To The Temple of the Forsaken
For I have no true purpose, cast me away, into the depths of solitude
Nothing more than a blank slate, legends of the ability to lift face
Sways me bound a journey past the stonegate, towards the Temple of the Forsaken
Autor(es): Jeremy Vocino-Montpetit