"Divine

leader of these thundering dark legions,



Blessed by the

shadows' power, honoured by the twilight of proud.



We hail you."



In the valley of

depraved thoughts, where retention disappears



Scaring, slightly

shadowed lights untomb lost hearts



While an infernal

gift of wisdom stoking a redeeming fire



Strafing life, as

infinity winds in corroding, leeching fields.



- Dethrone the

weak mortality -



Id wandered

around millions of these soothing places,



Seen hundreds of

defiled souls, preserving humbling secrets



Blinded by hate,

driven by unknown inner instinct



Still I was on a

sensitive search to obtain higher values.



On a gloomy autumn

night, spotted by a fatal glimpse



My consternated

body, willing to run, not able to move



A piercing scream,

brightens the surrounding darkness,



An unsacred

creature, haunting this bleeding place.



- Dethrone the

weak mortality -



A treasure to

feed my hunger, to grant me peace?



Hark! A nearing,

provoking challenge for me to come,



Time to forget

former battles of irrelevant insignificance.



A deserved

catastrophe for all these grudging cowards



To dethrone this

weak mortality - flame of darkness.



A forbidden,

seductive strength, enchanting my senses



Mocking weakness

in serenades of despise - free to rise



Valuable sins

waiting for my unholy, deadly commands



Shadows flee in

cold despair, a world is bleeding



An unstained dream

to conquer yet reaching higher



To catch the

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