Revenge
Writing by the light of a candle
Like the scribes of old.
Oh, joyful pain!
I have a felt it a little-
A pain in my chest
As if my heart refused to beat
When I thought of you.
My dreams terrify me.
Again and again I see my love
Being taken away.
Blood and battles and rage.
I have my freedom,
But they took his life.
The moors drank a storm of blood,
The mountains echo with battle cries.
The sun is stained with red
And when I look out over the hills,
I cannot forget.
Everything now is mixed with sadness.
It angers me.
My breath comes hard.
I am ironclad and swift.
the blood of courage
Courses through my veins
And behind my eyes is a lust for you,
A lust for your end,
To help speed you to eternal flame.
You are darkness and I vanquish you-
With darkness if I must.
I am steel and stone
And the mountains will witness my revenge.
It is the blood of my brothers upon your swords-
The deed clings madly to your evil heart
And I have followed it to its home.
The ground calls me,
The ground where they lie fallen,
Ghosts call me in my terrifying dreams
And will not be silent until the ground tastes your blood.
I am alone.
Pain has turned me to steel
And I will comdemn myself to fate
In order to take you to hell
For what you have done to my love.
My blood may soon lie with theirs-
Better than to course on through my veins,
Poisoned by hate and loss.
By my hand you shall fall.
My freedom
Is to stand within a sea of fallen angels
And scream an inhuman cry of revenge.
I am a messenger from living hell.
In my eyes you see the end.
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