Suffering Predestined

Erase the prophecies untold
Of a suffering predestined
No virtue of law
In this chaotic frenzy
Once on the throne
Now the end of my reign
Desolate thoughts on my future remain
Thus weak and bereaved
I bow my head in shame
Blessings upon the ways of the martyr
No saviour is he
to perish alone
Once on the throne
Of my glorious past
It will come again
In numbers unseen
I shall seek my revenge
Like storms from the north
To sweep through your realm
The signs of your gods
Have forsaken thee
Shrouded in seasonal darkness
Shattered a history of faith
Forlorn a history of faith
Forlorn echoing the power
Serenades of trivial space