A timeless being sat on his throne
Cursed to wander, forever alone
A tool that serves no purpose again
Forced to cower and seek no haven
The endless darkness is my abode
Yet many seek to see me untold
I wander, wander, forever dead
And life burns in me, or so I said
I cannot find the thing I must seek
Forever hidden, forever bleak
Many will ask, "And who might you be?"
"I am the one who cannot tell thee."
And when they look away, astounded
I turn away, forever shrouded
So I cast out my hand upon a new land
To force, to keep, and continue to seek
For where I go, there is nothing but snow
And where I turn, hate begins to churn
And where I step, where I truly step,
There is nothing.