The Nameless

Is it sorcery? Maybe my eyes are blur or a daze spell cast 'on them. That look on the mirror, those details I've seen. Hope it's an enchanted Glass. A Wicked grin, a lunatic stare and a blackned aura.

The curse is shifted at last and my lonely road shimmers again. Guess I had to pass through that test to deserve this award. I embraced Darkness once more and I'll never purge my soul from it again. I've found peace in the shadows, That Mountain is mine and I'll climb it even to the spine of the world.