conquered but not claimed only a prisioner of pride and pain honor lost and thrown away battered and broken soul wander no longer its over. failure was no option yet it was the grim response delievered from grace to the lands of hate the shrouds of the midnight black claoks only hide the pitch dark distain of the disgusting beings that are around you cornered and not able to back down determined to keep fighting you pushed to hard and now ffrom a blind death comes a true vision of what doesnt exist can one explain the reaons for this madness for the schorching sorrows eteched into his flesh sadly not for he was what he hated most he was human just like those who hurt he. in the end kill thysef but take not thy life and what does thou become?