Longley awaited is the day, the day of revenge
Driven from faith in myself
I will be the messenger of death
Fear and scare I want to spread
I will bring decline and decay
Despair and prayers do not help
The executor is there – my sword
Will penetrate your poisoned flesh
And the sap of life
Will flow out of wounds
Expect no mercy
The end is hear
To fulfill the legacy is my aim
I under the banner of strength and power
I will walk like an evil shadow
I abhor your weakness, your lies
No right to eke
Out your existence
Near me
Immolation of the weak
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