Ov My Herculean Exile

A blinded hermit in oblivion, disgraced Like Odysseus lost in Poseidon's endless domain In a realm devoid of solace, I roam But these sorrows are mine and mine alone Wayward like a forlorn mutt, astray Stertorous, I heave Atlas' torturous weight I am lost in a moment and the moment is lost in me But I shall endure new life in my agony With anima sprawled open With corpus violently split I bled for you Now you bleed for me I do not possess the prowess of mighty bards and poets Void of ambition to evangelise Yet there's poetry in my blasfemia to be freed So chant on ye filthy whores, profane and so malign With anima sprawled open Corpus of boundless rifts I wept for you Now you weep for me With hearts profoundly scorched Wounds weeping sanguine I burnt for you Now burn without and within Lend thy ear onto me And heed my prayer Incline thy all-seeing eye And heed my call This war cry could never be silenced But weep no more my brethren Thy herculean labor shall endure forevermore (Forevermore) Shall endure forevermore (Forevermore)