he moves with singular purpose,
he walks through the cold stone,
hideous betrayal, the innocent slaughtered
no mercy, no remorse,
he spits - on the corpses
within this ancient temple,
children impaled, no one is spared, no price is too great
screeching in terror, fleeing footsteps,
no one escapes, no one survives
he embodies a wretched evil,
long forgotten, forbidden name
fire for blood, a power so endless,
the sacrificial soul tears itself apart
precious life is traded, victims of the void
he feels righteous in the darkness,
and nothing can stop the night
feeding on fear, feeding on anguish,
engorging his power, mindless slaughter
corruption fills his mind with hate,
all along this was his fate,
insolent apostasy
blasphemes the great prophecy
"How can this feel so pure? How can this feel so right? How can I reclaim my past? How can I undo
what I have seen?
How can I bring them back? Immortality shall be my gift, the gift I grant to thee. Come and be
immortal with me."
