In Crypts of Doubt

In Crypts of Doubt

In crypts of doubt, where hope seems thin,Your will ignites the fire within.When shadows crawl and whispers spin,A flame ignites from deepest din.In caverns where the dark holds sway,Your spirit’s blaze won’t fade or fray.The chill of doubt, the frigid breath,Finds heat in you, defies cold death.Amid the ghosts that gnaw and scream,Your fire fuels the dying dream.Their curses fall on hollow ground,Your light cuts through their mournful sound.Where specters lurk in graveyard sneers,Your strength erupts, eclipses fears.Against the gloom and shadows tight,You flare like embers in the night.Each taunt of doubt, each frigid jibe,Feeds the blaze you fierce describe.In darkened vaults where hope retreats,Your fire’s roar, the darkness meets.So let the dead and damned lament,Your will’s a fierce, unyielding sent.In crypts of doubt, where hope seems thin,Your will ignites the fire within.