VOODOO LOPEZ – ARCTURUS

"O gods who weave the fates of mortal men,who watch as sorrow bends the strongest will,you’ve seen the wanderer rise once again,defying chains, unbroken, steadfast still. No fleeting fire of passion do I seek,nor honeyed whispers lost upon the tide,but one whose heart, unyielding yet serene,burns with a light that never fades nor dies. Through endless storms, through tempests fierce and dire,I steered my course upon the wrathful sea,yet only virtue forged a path entire,a guiding star to what is meant to be. Let come to me the one who knows of glory,who sees in wounds the tale that heroes tell,who walks through raging storms yet sings the storyof honor’s flame that even death repels. Let her be noble, proud yet never cruel,with tender grace that softens fate’s decree,with wisdom vast, unbowed by earthly rule,her eyes alight with fearless majesty. I do not fear the gods, nor fate’s cold jest,nor dread the Reaper’s shadow drawing near,but tremble at the thought my soul be leftforgotten in time’s ever-silent sphere. For every warrior longs to find his home,a hearth where restless hearts may know repose,a love where all his battles are outshone,a harbor where the dawn forever glows." Peace, love and respect