Chronicles

Fear my name, in the dead of the night for I am reborn of flame
You will feel my wrath, I will destroy all things that lay in my path

It's raining relentlessly, and the last little flickering flame which I kindled and cared for so dearly is beginning to wither and fade. Now here I tend, in darkness. Scrawling onto tattered pages you once held so close. Sleep has overtaken us, and if it weren't for these binds I would float away

Fear my name, In the dead of the night
My burden is bound by tales I wrote, these have been the Chronicles of Woe
Burn down the forests. No longer are they my home
Morrow, you cursed them, or so it reads in the Chronicles of Woe

Now feel my wrath
Tear down the skies
Feel my wrath, my hatred engulfs me, destroying your dreams
Feel my wrath, I'll bide my time and burn you alive
Feel my wrath. My vengeance shall be swift, at my burning hand
The flames from my fingertips dwindle and cheer, at the torment of man

Tear down the fucking skies
Can you feel the surge of hatred from my torment
I burdened your stories, you left for me dead and cursed the forest

My name is forever echoed throughout the wastes, and my malevolence is eating my heart out
Should you hear it

Fear my name, in the dead of the night for I am reborn of flame. You will feel my wrath, I will destroy all things that lay in my path

I've burdened your stories, your codex of sorrow and lies
I relinquish this duty, take back what once you kept so safe

Fear my name, In the dead of the night
I burden no longer the tales I wrote, take of me these Chronicles of Woe
Burn down the forests. No longer are they my home
Morrow, you cursed them, or so it reads in the Chronicles of Woe

Fear my name, In the dead of the night
I burden no longer the tales I wrote, take of me these Chronicles of Woe
Fear my name, In the dead of the night
I burden no longer the tales I wrote
These are the Chronicles of Woe