As my sword drips black now with the unclean blood of another slain fiend, it

occurs to me that history will most probably record me a fanatic... as for

more years than I care to remember I have dedicated my life to the caseless

pursuit and destruction of the loathsome undead. Indeed, it was long ago that

I commenced with the wreaking of my grim vengeance upon the denizens of the

dark, and by the blade of my sorcerous katana, Fiend's Bane, I vow they shall

all pay for taking my beloved from me! Fanatic? Mayhap. But by all the gods of

vengeance, I'll leave a fearsome legacy 'ere I die... a legacy wrought in

retributive bloodshed and screaming terror!



Drowned in the icy lake of tragedy,

Forged in the fires of revenge,

Driven by the winds which compel a man to destiny,

Haunted by the whispers of the dead.



Blood is black in the moonlight

As it was when I pierced the heart of my betrothed,

Blood is black in the moonlight,

Her undead gaze gleaming ire upon me.

Blood is black in the moonlight

I held aloft her head to my grim gods,

Blood is black in the moonlight

(Now I am eternally bonded to my blade)

And ever I am thwarted by the dark!



Gods of wrath, hear my vow... sate me with revenge this night!

Come to me, darksome fiends, taste the edge of ensorcelled steel!

Night has fallen, the hunt begins...

Vengeful carnage 'neath the moon!



And as I put brand to her pyre, I swore then to my gods that those vile

creatures who tore the life and hope from my beloved's breast and replaced it

with that unspeakable sanguineous ravening would repay a hundredfold in

slaughter and bloodshed for their misdeed... I would hunt them to their

worm-ridden tombs, wherever they crept or sl