In an empire of mutilated silhouettes
Where shadows tell tales of nocturnal dark enigmas


Who curse the very ground they walk on
Who cause the feeble to tremble


A lonesome soul watches from a far
Poisoning the light with his gaze
A black templar of unearthly power

A rotten being of foul intentions

He curses the very ground he walks on

He causes the feeble to tremble
He reeks of dead angels tears
He lives with the rats of no fear


The servant of an unholy plague
The bringer of cruel intent

He wanders a path of sorrow
Torture to reinvent
He is the bite of this world

Thrown aside by the cross
The one who rapes the hymen of earth
Who spreads the black crust

He laughs at the folly of man
He is part of our dark clan
With spite he loughs

His story will be told
For years to come
He will always return

A fire that forever burns