Immortal, I Create - Wastewalker

I’ve only ever known one thing, known only one way for all eternity

Immortal I create yet I lie in wait as its stripped away from me

Another year my limbs stagnate and wither, somehow I survive through another

cold winter

Awakened from suffering, my blood flows free uncoagulated

One footstep of thousands, moving forward, crossing mountains

The flesh of my foes, the ones who oppose, shall nourish the circling falcons

Crimson rivers stain my sidewalks and streets as blood fills my fountains

You can’t take this away from me, I’ll rage against your apathy,

I’ll bow out from this stage of blasphemy, but mark my words you haven’t seen

the last of me

My soul is forever cold I’ve paid my weight in blood and gold, I’ll sever the

ties of a desolate path and walk this broken road alone

This eternal wasteland is all I know, yet from my endless travels I have

nothing to show

I’ll make something from nothing, I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again,

stand in my way and rest assured you’ll be torn to shreds