Spawn... A birth from primordial vice This sight I witness frequently The hate i caught amongst these Walls of soil Enticed by clouds Higher and higher The eye was straned to gaze upon the routed None shivering, no more hiding No one shouted For haze did hid the fear of brave And pride, enticed by triumph-wish Deeper and deeper Not chained by orders I care... Cold of age grim features Upon my face worn Now bearing within it's shades My great soul torn Lest I should not stand here With deeds forgotten Gazing throughout them Ever reasoning Lest I should stand here Leaning on Death's shoulder Burden was thrown Ever falling A view of trembling I fought to see So dark, so unique Thy coming kingdom This Over-god feature I give my heart A relieving existence No sin now is cherished My grief forgotten Of painI still wander But never rue!