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Pride Of Frey Valor (Feat: Patrick Pintavalle)A phantom crescendo of madnessswept through his mind. Thoughts of a lonely childhood. The rag dolls he tore and stabbed. Anger no other mortal would find He paced under pregnant skies admiring the roaring thunder. As the moonlight crept from behind The castle, a perfect vignette, left him spellbound. As the heavens began to flood, he cursed in rage "Why have the gods given my brother the crown?!" -Frey His father had died A family had cried. A bastard to the king It ate him inside. A lost child now blossomed into a black rose He sought the power and wisdom to the highest degree. Books of evil captured his soul and all grace did flee. "The throne would bring great comfort to thee" - Frey He sat in his chambers conducting a plan. That night, he became another man., Evil thoughts stirred through his head Five point stars engraved in his hands Candles lit, three walls all read six He hungered for blood to grace his lips. He approached the king "Your wife is to be seen by the seamstress for her gown fittings" - Frey He escorted her to his room... Then quickly covered her mouth and put a knife to her throat. He proceeded to plant his sinister seed into her womb "You think my brother would like to have you after what I have done? - Frey He never played with broken toys! If you tell him you will be forgotten forever." He rubbed her belly and set her on her way. 10 years had passed. 10 years too many. It was time to kill his family He wanted the kings crown once and for all. He paid assassins to make them disappear. Alone, in his room, he smiled through the night Piercing screams echoed and the halls were lit with fear He smiled and enjoyed his wine under the candlelight. The morning came one body remained He shouted "Kill the whore!" - Frey An order unexpected by his men The guards could not ignore. He awoke that night to a horde of people with torches The whistle blower has spoken truth. In a panic, Frey locked himself into the library A place where he spent youth. There he found a mysterious book titled VII Seven deadly sins of men in from the past The last chapter, Pride, was blank His started writing his life story As he finished, he grabbed a rope and tied it to a beam The other end to his neck. With the kick of the chair, the door burst open Frey hung swinging too and fro like the rag dolls he once played with as a child. His lifeless body alone and his soul hell-bound. His soul, hell-bound. |