He sits so quietly his world is his own

Bound in chains, sits the god on his rotten throne

His eyes are black, color long drained

His life and will, broken and betrayed

All he has is himself, color turning pale

Nothing of his pride left, his greatest fail

He whispers to himself in the deep dark night

Madness to all who answers in his desperate plight

He sleeps and he dreams of times long gone by

He wishes and he hopes, maybe one day he will fly

Endless n his realm, gothic and long broken

His strength and his will, time stole, weakened

He no longer knows his own personal name

Silent has the god became, beaten, tamed

Dried bones of friends nameless, no one hears

Cold endless, day merciless, death he fears

He knows nothing but how to hold on

He, failed, to remain eternally strong

Is body is as stone, rough and cold

No one mourns this god, this demon of old