THE CURSE OF MANY NAMES

I claw my way by molten steel

Through all I love and all I care

For the curse of many names burdens me still

And my life is a trail of despair

I have crushed under my fist all I held dear

And punished loved ones time and again

My footsteps, marks of hate and fear

And the faces of old friends disgust, disdain

And though I seek with all my heart

- whilst by guilt I’m thorn apart –

The comfort feathers o’a snow white dove

The curse will burn, the blackest flames

And claim my life as its domain

Devouring everything I love