Unholy

He moves in shadows, quiet and still,
A stranger bound by a ruthless will.
No one knows where he’s from or where he’ll go,
But his presence chills like winter snow.

His name’s a whisper, carried by fear,
A warning the night keeps near.
A lone wolf roaming, wild and free,
The world waits, knowing what will be.

UNHOLY!

A fire that burns so cold,

UNHOLY!

A story yet untold.
On a path where there’s no return,
With every step, the skies will burn.

The stars seem dim when he walks by,
The moon hides her face in the midnight sky.
His silence speaks louder than words can say,
A storm is coming, come what may.

The ground trembles under his stride,
No place to run, nowhere to hide.
A reckoning looms, fierce and near,
The air grows thick with unspoken fear.

UNHOLY!

A flame that won’t forgive,

UNHOLY!

 Where the shadows live.
A journey taken with no retreat,
Each step echoes with destiny’s beat.

The winds carry his untold song,
A tale of a man who doesn’t belong.
The night bows down, the silence grows,
The world feels the weight of what it knows.

Unholy, a legend carved in stone,
Unholy, forever walking alone.
A lone wolf fading into the night,
Unholy, gone before the light.