Head first into oblivion. The emptiness stares back into me. One foot in front of the other. The struggle forward is never ending. Darkness consumes the path that we forge. Shadows cannot dispatch our embers restored. Wolf’s blood conducts the sheep to the slaughter. Pursue the flames in the wake of Abysswalker. Target locked, laser focused, nothing left to contingency. A mind half cocked but fully loaded. No weapon wielded can disparage me. Darkness consumes the path that we forge. Shadows cannot dispatch our embers restored. Wolf’s blood conducts the sheep to the slaughter. Pursue the flames in the wake of Abysswalker. I refuse to let my heart be consumed by a spirit of fear. The shroud of the unknown lies dead ahead, so bolster your courage forlorn. An ancient effigy overflows with dread, but our triumph drowns the hiss of the swarm. My vision’s fixed on the path ahead, but I don’t place blind trust in everything I see. Silence the choir of doubt in my head, I won’t survive on endless negativity. Ignoring every venomous word they spit, because the clamor of opinions never set me free. Rest and peace are reserved for the dead, until then every breath is another opportunity. Fellow Ashen, exalt your passion and walk with me on the abyss. I am not defined by my failures and I refuse to be consumed by my own fears or controlled by my last mistakes. Venomous tongues of the parasites. Verbalize, decimate, criticize. Idle words, stagnant rot in disguise. Progress will not take place without heartfelt sacrifice. I refuse to let my heart be consumed by a spirit of fear. Constantly tearing at your sutures, will only make you bleed. Endlessly waiting for the future, but the present is king. Walk with me. Walk with me on the abyss.