A river of ashes poured down from the sky,
A child was born and tears filled his eyes,
Although he didn't cry.
He watched and was in deep contemplations,
But did not knew, that they will again lead to his mother's damnation.
Darkness has not consumed him, for he consumed darkness,
Devouring the fumes, that he once called brothers.
The past dwells astray,
A gift is to know this,
But to push it away,
Shall once lead to madness.
There was nothing he'd confess,
And he felt regret even the less.
Never will falter, never will fear,
Never will falter - never will feel.
He glazes at his wing, then to the other,
But he doesn't remember, why'd he banish his mother.
It was getting dark, and getting colder,
And life became a curse, like no other.
With remains now burned and scattered by the four winds,
The rain shatters and the reaper grins.
But the clouds once again gather,
And ashes pour from the sky,
The world's in embrace,
Of a cast out sky.