Lord of Sin

Long since come the stroke of night,

Only glow from candle light.

Candles that grow ever dim,

As I look for signs of Lord of Sin.

In Caldeum's library, all alone,

Pouring over musty tomes.

Words long faded on the page,

Writings of those most depraved.

Some is written of Lord of Sin.

Azmodan, I know of him.

Know him through more than written word,

I shake my head, a thought absurd.

But little of the End of Days,

Of what part Azmodan will play.

The other lords in Black Soulstone,

But where on Sanctuary should we roam?

My quill it breaks, let out a sigh,

Sleep, it lurks behind my eyes.

How can I help, what must I see?

To spare this world from misery?

Slowly, I give into sleep,

But within me, lurking darkness creeps.

With a start, I do awake,

And in my fear, begin to shake.

Seven demons, seven thrones,

Gone's the desk, candles and tomes.

Before me, there stands Azmodan,

Gestures with a mighty hand.

His words like needles in my mind,

The words of demons aren't divine.

See demons marching, all abreast,

Terror lurks within my breast.

Arreat, I see its fire,

See demon troopers, and hellish flyers.

Out pours an army born of Hell,

On and on its ranks are swelled.

It's too much, I fall and weep,

I hear the march of demon feet.

By Azmodan, I know despair,

An ashen wind blows through my hair.

Then with a start, I do awake,

Though by body, still it shakes.

Tyrael, with me in the night,

He asks me if I am alright.

"Arreat," manage to say,

Azmodan will march in days.

From Caldeum, must go forth,

Head to the wastelands of the north.

By my wishes we abide,

But in none of them I do confide.

A darkness lurks within my soul,

Taking ever heavy toll.

For I've seen the Lord of Sin,

And the army that will march with him.

But a different terror I still feel,

Cuts through my heart, like flesh to steel.