Demons seek when they hide inside the fire of dragon's blood
Tastes just like the life that I remember each time it takes me back before the flood
Touching my blood drenched face every time I look them in the eye
Never even phases me when I breathe inside the wolves cry
The undertaker sees me each night but always passes me by in my nightmares
Promisers of sorrow are only alive because I allow them to be a part of me here
Leaves me empty but unafraid and I feel their hate tempting me
Tearing away at my heart and skin as I rebuke them until they no longer see
They cannot see, touch, or mark me as their own
But I have claimed their beasts and have taken them home
Now I tame them with a single drop of blood from within my soul
I speak unto the hallow ears of those that dwell in the unknown
Fading into nothing that cannot be seen by mortal eyes
I strip the burdens of their cursed hearts and souls just before they die
First regretfully rejecting me, they now surrender
Rebound and reborn as they all now follow a higher power
Found upon a destiny that they never knew could exist
With a taste of my blood, cleansing from the flood, and with the moon's kiss
Those once cursed are given a chance to live and to be free
All because of the dust left in the earth and the fire within me
In the winds name all of the beasts from the demon sleep
Oceans of another time have enraptured them so they can breathe
Angels within the twilight's glow are reborn from my love and unseen pain
From magic upon the moonlight that has risen inside the Scorpion's Flame
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Breathe inside the wolves cry... ... lovely.