Morgion
"A Slow Succumbing"

Behold, I am your deliverance.
Look upon this nether steel:
Tearing away your soul, relentless.
I am the dark night you fear.
Seek your ruin before me,
Upon this earth your blood shall stain.
A reckoning beyond all reason,
Hear the cries of your brethren, lament.
A thousand score I did fell.
No spear did render, or axe did cut.
Your women shall carry my seed;
Forsake your children to the wheel.
Upon the frost shadowed earth,
Lay the keep I shall homage.
Within I shall bury my riches,
To count for centuries here after.
Waiting and watching...watching and waiting.
Even after the last morrow I shall ponder,
In a madness of my own design.
After this body is time, worn to dust,
The nether blade is still mine forever.