In the face of Valor’s wrath
Shadows beckoned to my mind
We collided on his path
I was weak and he was blind.
In his desperate onslaught
Recklessly he smashed my chain
Could he know what he had wrought
Or his faith had made him vain?
In my state of being naught
I became what I am now
Found within me what I sought
I no longer kneel or bow.
From the Void I threw my gaze
On the realms of man and beast
Suns would cower from my dais
Fearing to become my feast.
In the solitude I chose
Terror led me to his name.
My disciples have no foes
Only those to tear and maim.
But the final deadly chord
Comes from underneath the thicket
You would kill to call me Lord
I lack quarter for the wicked.
Cold beyond the frost of winter;
Darkness that will lead astray.
Voidborn screams to make you splinter;
I will take your life away.
Aemerzeliad
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