Chronicles

Fear my name, in the dead of the night for I am reborn

of flame.

You will feel my wrath, I will destroy all things that

lay in my path

It's raining relentlessly, and the last little

flickering flame which I kindled and cared for so

dearly is beginning to wither and fade. Now here I

tend, in darkness. Scrawling onto tattered pages you

once held so close. Sleep has overtaken us, and if it

weren't for these binds I would float away.

Fear my name, In the dead of the night.

My burden is bound by tales I wrote, these have been

the Chronicles of Woe.

Burn down the forests. No longer are they my home.

Morrow, you cursed them, or so it reads in the

Chronicles of Woe.

Now feel my wrath.

Tear down the skies.

Feel my wrath, my hatred engulfs me, destroying your

dreams.

Feel my wrath, I'll bide my time and burn you alive.

Feel my wrath. My vengeance shall be swift, at my

burning hand,

The flames from my fingertips dwindle and cheer, at the

torment of man.

Tear down the f**king skies.

Can you feel the surge of hatred from my torment.

I burdened your stories, you left for me dead and

cursed the forest.

My name is forever echoed throughout the wastes, and my

malevolence is eating my heart out.

Should you hear it,

Fear my name, in the dead of the night for I am reborn

of flame. You will feel my wrath, I will destroy all

things that lay in my path

I've burdened your stories, your codex of sorrow and

lies.

I relinquish this duty, take back what once you kept so

safe.

Fear my name, In the dead of the night.

I burden no longer the tales I wrote, take of me these

Chronicles of Woe.

Burn down the forests. No longer are they my home.

Morrow, you cursed them, or so it reads in the

Chronicles of Woe.

Fear my name, In the dead of the night.

I burden no longer the tales I wrote, take of me these

Chronicles of Woe.

Fear my name, In the dead of the night.

I burden no longer the tales I wrote.

These are the Chronicles of Woe.