Alghazanth - Forsaking The Yoke

Burdened with no regret

caged not by hesitation

the time of departure is set

with eternity's invitation



Come death - the liberation

free me from each earthly boundary

to reach the higher destination

where shape is no longer a necessity



Arise death - the unresting stream

wash me clean from the filth of old

to allow my spirit to breathe

far away from its tenacious hold



Mourn not when this body dies

after all, flesh is the yoke we all despise



I discard the shell to unmask myself

ascending back from where I fell



An early sundown at my shrine

a leap into darkness from the greyness of life

in vain are the tries to redeem my soul

for this son of Satan is marching home



Could not grasp the skies

when this flesh held me down

now that my time is ripe

fire shall become my crown