In silent corridors of ash I walk alone, My engines thundered, I escaped the wrecks, unbroken—but you were the only spark I ever held. You slipped out from my grasp while I ruled the night—heart of jackal, crown of dust beneath my feet. Raised by absence, forged in void, I learned to breathe in darkness, to conquer where the living fear to tread. I’ll raise the realm of the lost just to feel your touch again, Crimson skies, ashen rivers below, I’ll bend night to suit my will. You were the dawn—I became the dusk, And in the empire of shadows I wear the pain your leaving left behind. Engines roared, steel shattered, I walked away unscathed— Yet your silent betrayal cut deeper than any wreck ever could. I built my kingdom on bones and echoes, but your warmth is the throne I never claimed. I’ll raise the realm of the lost just to feel your touch again, When the gates of the under-world split wide, I’ll command the darkness to hold you once more. You were my life—now I reign in your absence, King of pain, sovereign of night, waiting in shadows for your return.
