the truth bearer

you remember not the woes of yesterday, nor the sorrows of tomorrow, Child of sin you sit calmly on your throne of hate and drown your people in morning. the gates of hell, closed for a life time, will open when you, great warrior, lie weeping on your death bed. they will take you into there breast and fill your stone heart with such poisen, until every beat brings you such pain. Your eyes will play images of your darkest fears until the tears you keep so deep inside seep down your cheeks and fill your mouth with venom. hear this, my warning, change now or walk forever this land as a damned soul. Walking the night in search of retributation. and when your feet blister and bleed, walk you will into the firy eyes of your victims.