Withdrawn from all humanity Beyond the mortal plane My sustenance draws heavily On corpses I have slain Silently I glare Throughout my bloodsoaked hall Your valor I shall crush Your spirit I shall maul Honor serves you wrong Transient glory fades Stare into my eyes Mortal masquerade Your presence is not welcome This labyrinth I claim Weakened by your prudence Return from whence you came Sword raised in fear Silently you cower Drenched in blood behind my grasp Your carcass I devour Honor serves you wrong Transient glory fades Stare into my eyes Mortal masquerade The pulsing evil in my heart Yearns for blood That which you have Shall be mine A chrysalis of ice Surrounds you Space and time Melt away Drifting through The grey inbetween Unending madness Rots your core Honor serves you wrong Transient glory fades Stare into my eyes Mortal masquerade I am the force that you fear I am the night Trapped in my lair, you are done I take your life
transient, serf, masquerade, mortal, honor