Lords of Cinder - A Dark Souls III Tribute

The Lords Of Cinder:

 

Rise from your grave

Oh, being of ash

Your destiny awaits

The one true call

The cycle repeats

The cinders you hunt

To link the flames and

Cure the unkindled

The Lords Of Cinder

Once proud on their thrones

Betrayed their own cause

Corrupted their souls

Return their ashes

Accept their mantle

Repair this world or

See darkness reign down

Soldiers of the wolf

In constant battle

Reach within themselves

To fight the abyss

But their legion will

Make them one and all

They lost sight of

What they were meant to fight

The giant Lord hides

Deep under the ground

The grief consumed

Left an insane shell

Forsaken his shield

He wills his own death

At the hand of a friend

Ruler of storms

Devourer Of Gods

Leader of the Deep

Sits high in sunlight

By a princess throne

He casts the darkness

Consumed the Darkmoon

Imbibe the last screams

Taste the end of life

Cursed Prince Lothric

With his wounded kin

Bred for perfection

Born sick weak and frail

Refused the mantle

Eschewed his fate

Lothric dreamed of death

Welcomed it with arms

The dark eyes will show

The grand betrayal

Give sight to the blind

O’things I should not see

The sliver of light

A frightful image

A world without fire

A world plunged dark

Ashen One seek cinders

The soul in the Kiln

Five souls converge and

Create a beast true

Burning the first flame

In Gwyn’s memory

Cast the Soul down and

Relink the flames

But what is your goal

To betray the world?

The darkness is coming

The world becomes cold

Ashen one, I see

You have made your choice

Farewell, mayst thou

Thy peace discov’r

Done