Written In Sand - Pantheon-I

«time distorts the memory

Each tale grows with something telling

Each truth like lines in the sand

Warped by fierce sea and howling wind

Till none may know

Only myth and fable remains

In the beginning was i…»

Cursed by god

To walk the eternity alone

Withstanding the peril of time

Wounds become scars

All the times my blood stained the blade

Never letting me die

Trashed, broken

My trashed limbs and broken faith

My trashed limbs and broken hope

I, ahasver

Will wander the earth

Never reaping a harvest again

But scavenging

Verily i say unto you, there be some standing here, which shall not taste of

death

Till they see the son of man coming in his kingdom

Mark of cain

My sinful skin decays

Yet the stigma never fades

Tainted by god

«once my faith was strong

Yet eternity proves faith wrong

Cursed by the bastard son of an illusion

The sight of christ offends my eyes»