Angstridden - Satyricon

Born into a field of flowers, to slowly wilt away

Sheltered by wings, delicately smothered by blindness

Released among the wolves, thus molded by resistance

Ridden by the clawed hoofs of tyrants

The fruit of other worlds, but grown by loneliness

Concealing a black soul, and but sensing the beyond

Uniquely grown from within

Shimmered by a darker night, but left to solitude

How can one disclose a darker night,

if one but rests?

Or evidence the suffering,

by wordly gauge?