Ov My Herculean Exile

A blinded hermit in oblivion, disgraced

Like Odysseus lost in Poseidon's endless domain

In a realm devoid ov solace, I roam

But these sorrows are mine and mine alone

Wayward like a forlorn mutt astray

Stertorous I heave Atlas' torturous weight

I am lost in a moment and the moment is lost in me…

But I shall endure new life in my agony

With anima sprawled open

With corpvs violently split

I bled for you

Now you bleed for me

I do not possess the prowess ov mighty bards and poets

Void ov ambition to evangelise

Yet there's poetry in my blasfemia to be freed

So chant on ye filthy whores, profane and so malign

With anima sprawled open

Corpvs ov boundless rifts

I wept for you

Now you weep for me

With hearts profoundly scorched

Wounds weeping sanguine

I burnt for you

Now burn without and within

Lend thy ear onto me

And heed my prayer

Incline thy all-seeing eye

And  heed my call

This war cry could never be silenced

But weep no more my brethren

Thy herculean labor shall endure forevermore

Shall endure forevermore

Forevermore