souleaters

He brought the ethra of a thousand souls,
I having naught but Mother Earth.
To protect me from the thunderous blows
And the blackness of his mirth!

The sky is ebon, without starlight,
A mountain limned against the dark.
There he sits in his cloak of blight,
He takes the essence of mans' spark.

He takes the lifes'blood from our nation,
The gods are trapped by his power.
Caring too much for their creation,
This is not their finest hour.

They have no choice,but give what's asked,
Our lives,our souls,they're forced to give.
We can't choose our own soul-masks,
They can't fix the time we'll live.

In the spell of manner so foul,
Wreathed in faint,blue-purple magic,
Designed to see beneath lifes' cowl.
How it seems so very tragic!

Clouds shot with silver shimmers,
Storms fly across the land.
They tremble and they shiver,
The souls underneath his hand.

Black-robed rites,on deadly raids,
Our spirits are sucked dry.
Spells to kill us as they're made,
Can't let this time get by.

Exhausted by the awful truth,
And the battles he makes me pick.
He strips from me my sweet youth,
He does not let go so quick!

Earths' power is in me,flowing,
I can see the darkness flee.
Gold tips on trees,leaves glowing.
The land now returns to me.

Front to back,and hind to fore,
Black gives way to colors' hue.
Foggy spirits, now retreat once more,
The sky turns slow, pale blue.

Mother answers to my call,
Light does pierce the gloom.
I cannot...must not fall,
A new day begins to bloom.

Mothers' soul gives me strength,
The rose of dawn,speaks to spell.
I will go to any length,
We must now,escape this hell.