Incultus (Xanthochroid)

Cursed be thy name The outcast one; companionless. Who by his will betrayed His beautiful creation. It is unspoken And he is resolute He is broken He will not say If he's the enemy He is no one His mind will rot And crows will tear his flesh Live long, feel naught When given life He found a way to die He is no one So here's your land; This Barren Erthe. Both thorn and thistle shall it grow for you. And though you'll eat of it, It never satisfies. And you will curse its name! Incultus!