Zarrathes the Corruptor

Zarrathes was His name,
the sinner in the three worlds
the eternal foe and bane,
His were the words that name

The pain, that mark the weak
preparing them for their fate
power was what they seek
but what they find is that's too late...

Once they were great warriors
before they spoke their final words
the unholy words of Zarrathes
and they enclosed the three cirlces...

The time before and after is merging into one
as their souls are bound to Him
The gates of hell are opened for them as one
free to enter, they bowed before Him...

On the surface their beloved cried for them
Day and night they cry, no limit has their pain
In a glimpse they have fallen, abandoned...
The only solace was lost in the sands of time...

They found in truth what they sought –
A victory easy and cheap, they did not fought
For it…but the prize was great, alas!
The binding of the poor liers souls…

In the ocean falls another drop of rain
Another day is spent in hell...
Countless are the days spent in pain
Only Him knows that oblivion awaits the weak!!!