the battle is won, the stakes are increased
the ritual is finished, all is now dust
for better or worse? whom can we trust?
the words are recited, the bonds are broken
the spell is told, the truth is spoken
but can it stop the monsters inside?
the deep dark demons longing to hide?
the scythe glints in the eerie moonlight
an undead soldier to aid us in our plight
wherever he walks, death is in his wake
is this another dream or am i awake?
his robes are made of the purest black
a pentacle is carved upon his bony back
his eyes glow red with faintest regret
but for a reason i know not just yet
the wings of a crearure vast and strong
but to which side does this beast belong?
so many questions with no-one to hear
but on i keep going, burying my fear
the sound of flight fills my pounding ears
the fog around my warped mind finally clears
i can see, taste touch and smell again
as this monster retreats to its aincent den
but as for my decrepid, my fight is done
the years are now faint, the memories shun
as i see my body, i weep with the hate
for the damned chalice, which sealed my fate