Final Smite

É verdade, isto está a melhorar um bocadinho. Nem uma semana passou desde o meu último poema e já tenho aqui outro. Este acho que até saíu muito bem, e já está mais próximo daquilo que se costuma ver por aqui. Bem, de qualquer maneira, ca vai ele:




Decievers from darkness
Guardians of deafness
You who challenge the light
You shall get a taste of my spite

Walking blindly towards your death
Wandering the villages while burning faith
Unaware of the eternal eye of the light
Defenselessly waiting for the final smite

You enjoy yourselves decieving the light
Thinking you can hide the world from it's sight
Well, your journey will soon have an end
In my realm of light with no minds to bend

My soon to come realm of light
The realm of resistance and might
Soon to end you puny weaklings
Empty bodies with no feelings

Who will you decieve under our eternal siege
Where will you hide when I destroy the bridge
That leads to your false salvation
In your realm of soul destruction

Your destiny is being sealed
As your face is being revealed
Get ready to feel the final smite
As you can no longer hide from the light