Kill The King | Chapter VIII

The exodus begins since the king as arrive, some other beasts are following my tracks and I can hear in the bottom of the line what they are screaming, -Someone, anyone…come back and Kill the King before tear our place apart!!-

That forbidden paradise is no longer their home, they prefer the heat instead of a frozen hall, and when the landlord finally baptize his few left slaves; that will be the last day of freedom in where it use to be our unconquered hell, I’m just waiting to hear from a strangers’ voices she’s new name, something sweeter I think, and when that happen she ain’t be a warrior anymore

Their loveless Queen now is under his spell, made of empty and senseless words, everyone in the kingdom feeling betrayal, and I’m still looking forward to the road

-Should come back to kill hem?...I admit that could be a pleasure, to reap his head off and whisper my name in his ear while he just can look right to the floor, I can even barely taste the blood on my lips, but I’m not under his command, Isn’t my emperor anyway, so I’m going to hold back my claws and hide my fangs to wait and see how he ends committing suicide

What you said ain't what you are, show him how quickly can you change your mind, give it the secrets to break your code, to search inside without troubles what he’s looking for, give it the key to open the door or put it a ladder to he don’t have to climb brick by brick to pass the walls

The colorful red of blood will remains through the endless gray, I’m still walking far away from the gates marching surrounded by the dismantle legion of wolves, waiting for a better tomorrow to set in flames another place; I don’t gonna look back to see if what they tell me it’s a truth or another lie...
I don’t care if that king lives to the eternity or if tomorrow dies.

The Path of Thorns | Chapter VII

-Once upon a time I used to be in the other side of the mirror, seeing the life in colors, tasting the flavor of the breeze, but it’s hard to me to remember, to think about it without miss it

You think I don’t know what it feels like?
I eat pain for breakfast, I been there so many fucking times that I can’t even remember, but even though, I refuse to survive in the valley of deaths, struggling with all that makes us weak and blind our eyes, with or without you I’m going to find the way to get out of here to set again all my demons free

-And then, suddenly a new landlord appears...without fangs to show and howls to heard, without fearless eyes to see, instead of that, he comes to me with his new laws and his manner of speech and brings to my door a piece of paper where I read -"I announce you that your Hell is about to freeze"
-From now on he has becoming in a tasty sheep in a land of wolves, with a sign of “Wanted dead or alive” hanging of his neck-

He still there, looking to the scars on my fists and the big mark of my chest, there’s nothing much to explain, he knows that I’m not just another armless resident

It’s not my problem anymore; I’m packing my bags to hit the road, and even when I know that I could crush his bones with my bare hands, I’m just too tired to fight back and justify my acts, it’s time to let the feast to the shadows who -I believe- still living there, to ripped apart and drink his soul; But there’s no sound, not a whisper at all, I think the stranger got a nice and easy Welcome Home!

Before I forget I let something in the bottom drawer hidden beneath my last and damage hopes; you will find the only demon I left on feet, you know his name and what he eats, it’s there to protect you, he know what to do, like once I used to know it too

I am walking away to this path of thorns, the place where once I called home, passing by the last cloud in the sky, I’m living the last hour of my darkest day to begin the quest for find the pieces what I miss to build my Unfreezing Hell.