The blood stained on my hands I wear with utter pride The scent of death that fills the air Is so divine Sorrow, an enemy Within my blackened soul Remorse, not welcome Cold and alone There is no remorse in my mind I have ascended through time A bloodline of chaos Is all youll find This form of liberation Brought on extermination The knights before me have reigned Through me, thunder was made Summon clouds to block the sun Light will be spared for none And this is just the beginning The cold inspires the flooding For I have brought balance to this world I have destroyed ill vision I have engraved my name The efforts for the childrens bloodshed Have not been in vain The deaths have brought fruition My horror has unfurled You will soon see I have brought balance to this world
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