Chronicles

Make Them Suffer

Fear my name, in the dead of the night for I am reborn 
of flame.
You will feel my wrath, I will destroy all things that 
lay in my path

It's raining relentlessly, and the last little 
flickering flame which I kindled and cared for so 
dearly is beginning to wither and fade. Now here I 
tend, in darkness. Scrawling onto tattered pages you 
once held so close. Sleep has overtaken us, and if it 
weren't for these binds I would float away.

Fear my name, In the dead of the night.
My burden is bound by tales I wrote, these have been 
the Chronicles of Woe.
Burn down the forests. No longer are they my home.
Morrow, you cursed them, or so it reads in the 
Chronicles of Woe.

Now feel my wrath.
Tear down the skies.
Feel my wrath, my hatred engulfs me, destroying your 
dreams.
Feel my wrath, I'll bide my time and burn you alive.
Feel my wrath. My vengeance shall be swift, at my 
burning hand,
The flames from my fingertips dwindle and cheer, at the 
torment of man.

Tear down the f**king skies.
Can you feel the surge of hatred from my torment.
I burdened your stories, you left for me dead and 
cursed the forest.

My name is forever echoed throughout the wastes, and my 
malevolence is eating my heart out. 
Should you hear it,

Fear my name, in the dead of the night for I am reborn 
of flame. You will feel my wrath, I will destroy all 
things that lay in my path

I've burdened your stories, your codex of sorrow and 
lies.
I relinquish this duty, take back what once you kept so 
safe.

Fear my name, In the dead of the night.
I burden no longer the tales I wrote, take of me these 
Chronicles of Woe.
Burn down the forests. No longer are they my home.
Morrow, you cursed them, or so it reads in the 
Chronicles of Woe.

Fear my name, In the dead of the night.
I burden no longer the tales I wrote, take of me these 
Chronicles of Woe.
Fear my name, In the dead of the night.
I burden no longer the tales I wrote.
These are the Chronicles of Woe.