The land of everlasting fog

I saw across the body of blind man
Going into the darkness
Following him
I arrived to the dead land.

A black raven ruled everything there
He gave "the light" to the minds
of the blind people
And torturing with pain,
forgotten about everything
He collected souls with power and fire.

Pouring out lots of false speeches
He created illusion for them.
Illusion for weak bodies
Among which I was along
In the fog created of lie
I was fighting to survive.

I realized thal the raven was a god
The god for them
But for me he was only hypocrisy.

It's impossible to live here
Deception and depression in around.
To get out of this fog
I have to die.

And at the foot of grey rocks
The dead body had fallen.
There where always flowers glow
I found the exit from the land.

I saw across the body of the blind man
Going into the darkness
He had chosen the way
Which led to the terrible land.

There was the raven on the cross, crucified.
He was the God for them
But for me - only stench!

But flowers lay at the feet
Only for you - Tiamat.