Droning Monoliths

Converted I am now a vessel for the gods who have drowned
Their gift of visions has shown me to stray from the path
The dejected Gods and their Kings of light are my shepherds
I no longer need the light for I am devoted to the scorched lands

No hope

Filled with dread inside like sorrow fiends that roam
This is my sentence – he is the destroyer
The only salvation I hope for is 
But I can’t be sure I am still living
Transform me from my grief
I long for my death rifting through the dust
This must be the end
I’m sworn to the bleak

Scorched lands
No hope

Converted I am now a vessel for the gods
Their gift of visions has transformed me

I long for my death drifting through the dust
This must be the end
Transform me from my grie