Forgotten Sorrow


In the shadows we live forgot
Light forsake, and Evil wrought
The Lonliness that know ye not
Is what we suffer, Hell we brought.

We live in Fear of Hope which shone
We thrive on Sorrow never known,
We lost our innocence, alone,
Our blood runs colder than the bone.

Some call us “Pagan” and “Heretic”
But the truth is that our rhetoric,
Empowers us, makes others sick,
But we are those whom thou mimic.

We see the pain that all endure,
And suffering that doth occur,
Upon the Sorrow we infer,
Of true salvation, we’re unsure.

We suffer as a single race,
For long we’ve stared Death in the face,
We have no home, no rightful place,
And Evangels, we doth erase.

We strive and strive all that we may,
To seize the Night, as well as Day,
And endless prices that we pay,
Are suffered by those who obey.

We live in Death, Demonic we,
Who live out our own Destiny,
We kneel not to Deity,
Instead we live as ever free.

And we care not what may think you,
For happily, we die anew,
Our seeds of Scorn and Hate that grew,
Are not but the product, of you.

It’s freezing cold, here under ice,
But the sight of Death, it will suffice,
Forsaking Virtue, breathing Vice,
We ne’er look back, yet roll the dice.

No more than Death, but sure no less,
The stabbing fear your soul caress,
We only curse, we cannot bless,
We are the Suffering, endless.

We have forsaken Destiny,
And drown in dark Serenity,
The End of Days is what we see,
And dark Damnation, we decree.

We are the long-lost dreams,
We are worthless, so he deems,
No longer living, thus it seems,
But we rejoice, upon your screams.