Lost in the Confines of Absolute Hatred

The cavern door slides roughly to the side
Torches light the way to our fate
A curse by the old gods, owned by the earth
Contaminated by vile contempt
Dependency on hatred, weakened by compassion
Limited to the confines of absolute hatred
Searching for solace - only festering rancor
Sitting upon the throne spitting on your penance
The burning witch imprisoned in the shackles of reverence
Cherished by damnation while suffering of the frail remains
This tomb is mine and mine alone