The seeping dungeon left behind a gleaming weapon incandescent silver titan There in the rank he pulled it from the very sheath of the earth Ripped from fleshless hands, this whispering weapon of entropic horror he wielded This blade anointed by the stellar intent to cut down Out of the chalice dungeons foul amalgamations, this sword felled death Gleaming through the gore, growing hunters smile paleface of the moon Beckoning luminescence twine of hope wrapped around a hemorrhaging city Bladed cleric drawing poison from the wound in vain Screams of the mutilated Gathered his resolve blood birth and ruin Decrepit churches What devilry must enter through crumbling thatch? He listened when the blade spoke Followed silky voices through the ruin and rot Guided by the very moonlight Echoed the eclipse deep within This the inception of revolting light Abyssal cosmos conduit of the knowing Sentient blade revealed itself to the worthy Emboldened by his sabre prophet, further he delved Radicalized coward masses by radiant sword Madness bore deep in to the walls of the healing church Mystic greatsword Something writhing Lost to the bloodlust The Accursed Blood drenched the choir became louder Soon the path of slaughter heeded no discrimination There in the endless carnage he stood upon the many Hewn wretches and friends whirring chanting splendor Devil gore and the innocent coiled broken upon his hallowed ground Celestials sang to him as he cleaved into the crowd Killing cruelly The sword cackled gurgled ideologies"Righteous Ludwig! Protector seated opposite the dark Carry us further from the black let our song illuminate this clouded city's dying heart" Endless carnage mounting bloodlust the possessed blades sing-song never ceasing"Ludwig!" Feckless hero righteous glamour fading in arcs of darkling blood"You were by my side all along, my guiding moonlight" Clouds now cast over the lunar plane Abide the judgement of the beast River of blood born of this carnage throne of carrion putrid water Disgusting broken merging with beasts of burden Eyes now blinking deep within shadows lurching In those evil days the clerics fate proved most hideous A cruel joke hero to equine ghoul Purgatory for the blood drunk hunter