Cloak of Shadows: Incantation



We admit that death comes to many, 
Many fall the same
It`s a curse, a poison hailing my way
The source wants me gone, sundered and writhing 


We admit that pains heal,
Heal my pain before death comes again
Save the user from thorns of agony
Darkness, hide the user from duress


We admit to bargain unlit,
Let me clear my name and face them unhinged
By the concepts of Onix, Jet, Umbra; Charcoal, Stygian, Obsidian
Blacken and shade their point, block and bend the hail into clouds to cover me  


Break through,
break death,
break them; break the mold- shield me shadow,
break the madness- Cloak of Shadows!