Written In Sand کے بول

"time distorts the memory Each tale grows with something telling Each truth like lines in the sand Warped by fierce sea and howling wind Till none may know Only myth and fable remains In the beginning was i..." Cursed by god To walk the eternity alone Withstanding the peril of time Wounds become scars All the times my blood stained the blade Never letting me die Trashed, broken My trashed limbs and broken faith My trashed limbs and broken hope I, ahasver Will wander the earth Never reaping a harvest again But scavenging Verily i say unto you, there be some standing here, which shall not taste of death Till they see the son of man coming in his kingdom Mark of cain My sinful skin decays Yet the stigma never fades Tainted by god "once my faith was strong Yet eternity proves faith wrong Cursed by the bastard son of an illusion The sight of christ offends my eyes"