Daevodata

Hearing the calling of wolves deep in the forest

as I walk towards the place of desolate land

where a world of darkness seeks

to overpower the light

and a serpent which sleeps hears

a softened whispers

I drift towards the ruins long forgotten by man

the sleeping spirits long fallen from light

they hunger in darkness, eternal, infernal

voices disembodied ring out in my mind

burning me, desire and lust

I shall take their wisdom and hold the keys

to my own hell which I shall remain

as a paradise

The wisdom of filth, knowledge of darkness

daevodata, wisdom of demons

shall I seek freedom and the knowledge of self

Here in the ruins long forgotten

they call t me, I summon their shades forth

enter me, my mind afire in darkened desire

from shadows they emerge and I answer

to awaken as the Son of Legion

an old way reborn hearing the calling of the

dragon within my spirit, my father awaits