Mael Mórdha Atlas of Sorrow Lyrics

These Sorrows of life are crippling but I still yearn for more
Enslaved by the demon since time imemoral
Bowing beneath the weight of this yoke made of lead
Atlas of ancient times had but the world upon his head
But I bear the sorrow and crippling pain
Of all men and beasts ever made.
Miserable I stand
The World's Sorrow on my head
Half of me would make me cast them aside
Half of me would make me hold them till I die
That is My Life.
I endeavour to make pleasantries with all the world
But I fail, and I fail terribly.
I do not know if I can bear this any longer
I am Atlas of Sorrow.
The Spark ignites
The fuel about to be lit
The Flames explode
The Inferno spreads
My soul awakes
You will all burn
No.
No I cannot take this anymore
You are all going to die
Let me alone.
A frenzy is taking place
I have lost control
You will all burn
If you touch me you will all burn