Nox interna

My bones are dust, my throne is sand,
A fist of stone where hearts once stand.
The sun has drowned, the gods have fled,
But something stirs inside my head.

These linen chains still hold my chest,
A king who never finds his rest.
Behind my eyes, a silent war,
The light that dies and nothing more.

Lord above, what crawls inside my skull?
Nothing but the silence, dark and dull.
A world of rot behind my face,
An endless night, a cold embrace.

The worms of memory eat the light,
They chew the past and kill the night.
My throat is dry, no scream remains,
Just echoes running through my veins.

The ashes cover what I was,
A name forgotten, broken cause.
But something claws from deep within,
"Rise, you bastard son of sin!"

Lord above, what crawls inside my skull?
Nothing but the silence, dark and dull.
A world of rot behind my face,
An endless night, a cold embrace.

Darkness! Darkness!
No one hears me when I scream!
I will shatter every coffin,
Or I'll rot inside this dream!

…In the dust… in the bone…
…I am nothing… all alone…
…Set me free… let me fall…
…Silence… answers… all…