Tempest Of A Desolate Heart

Dire are the dreads that I face in my times

My darkness has now abandoned me

Hell bells beckon a woeful call

And the weight of my sins have trampled me

The kindness of death eludes me still

And time has frozen in my agony and pain

Why oh soul you torture me so

Don't you see my pitiful disdain

Hallowed is the ground the fallen have walked

I yearn to travel in the glory of the same

Darkness my love I will be with you soon

And atone for the deeds I have done in your name