I am from the clan forgotten.
A heart ill sought both torn and rotten.
In castle keep Ďneath stoney ground,
Cold death awaits the seekers found.
In solitary loss eternal.
Burns a darkness most infernal.
Goodness died on the ends of whips.
As screams and curses fall from his lips.
Contorting pain through shifted shapes.
A fractured mind seeks to escape.
Within the sorrow softly weeping.
Comes the wicked slowly creeping.
Nothing dwells behind the mask.
The wine has soured within the flask.
Sorely missed, the angels weep.
For the boy within the demonís keep.