by Rolanov
Hymn of the Dark Within the darkness, I crawl as their nightmareThe cries of dying souls, a melody of despairTheir hopes and prayers shattered, begging to spareLurker of the light, with no one to shareFeasting the eyes of the weak with terror and fearDevouring their blood with judgement by the steelThe Reaper of Life, Honor and WillThe Slayer from the Dark, for tainted gold of tears
