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
Nothing will ever assuage

So here's your land
This barren Erthe
Both thorn and thistle
Shall it grow for you