The God's Vessel

All around me a thick fog appeareth
That,even more, separateth me from the Outside
Here, my prayer is heard
And from thy Slumber I summon thee
Oh grand, primeval serpent,
Servant of the great lords of the past
Tell me how I, born with the mark of the dead,
Can overcome the grief of the soulless
Surrounded by the dark
Thine heart burneth
Right or wrong
Selfish or brave
The fear that haunts thee the most
It is to become hollow
So thou shalt, for thy salvation,
Fill the Gods' Vessel
So this is what fate hath for me:
To be alone without knowing myself
Until I'll have stolen the lives of the gods
Just as they've done with mine
Since the day of my birth I bear the sign
Of those who lived as slaves
If I have to kill in order to live
So be it, I'll put an end to their lives
Surrounded by the dark
Thine heart burneth
Right or wrong
Selfish or brave
The fear that haunts thee the most
It is to become hollow
So thou shalt, for thy salvation,
Fill the Gods' Vessel
My journey is already over
Out of four, only three heads I have conquered
Now, taking my last breath
In front of the bonfire
My thoughts are fading
And finally I understand
It is not in the gods that i found myself
I've always had my very own soul
“Of all the enemies thou’st faced
Thou lost sight of thy intent
After all, it was not the souls of the Lords
Thou wert looking for
Thou’st reached the end of thy path
Shaped by fear and sorrow
Now, look into the mirror
Thine only opponent hath always been
Thine own reflection”