By The Hands Of Violent Winter

By the hands of violent winter, his fate was sealed

Crawling on the icy slopes with limbs frozen cold

Memories of untold torture, in his mind

Waking from the endless slumber leaving him numb

Creeping worms they eat his mind

Feelings blind this clouded time

They took his soul, so they could find

The truth

Feeling hate for usurpers gone mad

Reaching in for the power he had

Wanting more than he could give

But they would never falter

In his mind only memories of hate

Planted there by the monger's of fate

Reaching out for sanity

But hope is ever fading

Looking for the answer

Why did they do this to me?

Leaving me deserted

I never asked for this hell

Reaching out for fires burning, in his eyes

Hope is still a trusty friend but fires burn low

Snow keeps falling all around him, as he screams

Seemingly the only answer is from the void

Defeated and forsaken, he lies in fields of snow

Only sign of life his eyes, in panic seeking solace

Sun, rising high

Bringing, warmth and energy again

Waking up from a steady state

Of suspended animation

Blinded by these rays of light

Hailing from the sky

Senses now return to him

Tribulations feeling dim

Now a sordid memory

Impeding doom approaching

As he run, try to shake off the vice

No one hearing his desperate cries

The usurpers are hunting him

Hounds barking and wolves closing in

His escape was a futile attempt

He is hunted by common consent

Now returned to the bleak white cell

I hope that dying is the end of this hell

Looking for the answer

Why are they doing this?

What is it

I have done?

To deserve this living hell

By the violent hands of winter, his fate is sealed

Dying by the hands of strangers leaving him cold

Memories of untold torture still in his mind

Never more awakening, this time it's the end

Defeated and forsaken, his peers would not let go

The trial was an endless one, and death did not yet show

Come, reap my life

Now, it's the time of my departure

Afore of him a shadow stands