Lament for Khat'ak
Born to lead
Destined to die
To plant the seed
That will brighten the sky
Stolen from royalty
Dropped to despair
Suffering for his loyalty
To one so fair
By another man her hands were painted red
And her soul was painted black
He cleaned her hand, and when he lay dead
He took her curse upon his back
She was not damned
He lived in shadow
She lamented her white hand
For he whom did devoutly follow
His descent into that, lamentable din
In the shadow of the owner of the heart of ebony
Clad in sin
A broken forgotten entity
Above all mortal men he stands
Although in form below
Our future rests in his hands
And his evil coloured glow
And on a battlefield under skies of red
Just before the damning attack
Those damming words were said
By the torn shadow, called Khat'ak
He stood upon a rock
Looking over the fallen
Trying to block
Their agonised calling
At once he jumps to battle, at last it is clear
Armour shining, Hellish saw in hand
He looks to the devilish Dagon with not an ounce of fear
Standing on the corpses of the innocent, long since turned to sand
On that battlefield it is foreseen
That from the darkest spawn
That hell ever did glean
Shall end this Darkest dawn
