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