misfortune

Mysterious misery Veiled dagger of deceit In the shadows of civility The harbinger of the bereaved

Like a venomous weed, to fester unseen in the gardens Trickling sands of the hourglass, biding its time

Thriving in chaos, in darkness I shine Thriving in chaos, in darkness I shine

Roots nestled bred for corruption, I am the deceiver, the infiltrator

Like a spectre bringing forth ill tides By my decree of defiled ancestry Born of misfortune and wicked deeds Power and influence, abundance and decadence

False prophets and infernal tongues, ceaselessly spitting fire All the riches unto me, submerged in darkness endlessly

Born of misfortune and wicked deeds In the shadows of civility The harbinger of the bereaved

In darkness I shine

There was no sound but the voice screaming in my head Driving me further into the depths of despair Fraud Virtues of the vile Insidious master of the web of lies