From Ruin's Throne
All these shrines inside my mind
Like endless catacombs inside my dome
Timeless shadows cast from beyond the veil
In the grave, my empty shell
As my spirit commands the fires of Hell.
Through corridors of ash and stone,
Where echoes scream but die alone,
Each shrine a memory carved in pain,
A ghostly hymn, a dark refrain.
I walk these halls, my sins laid bare,
The weight of whispers, the devil’s stare.
Yet in the flames, I find my place,
A sovereign king of fallen grace.
From ruin’s throne, I rise, I reign,
A soul unchained, born of disdain.
No god, no savior, none who tell—
I am the keeper of my Hell.