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Lurking within the shadow, the heralds of mortality

through violent ritual we peruse perfect immortality forwards we advance creeping in the pale moonlight

through dark forests making ready to display our might

And as our lord commands

One final act of mercy

What have we done?

All they had now gone

Pale faces grow cold

All life now gifted

To where the wind blows

Only now for the crows

The tide sweeps in

I burst through the door

Cries of terror draw near

Relish in fostering fear!

A figure stand before me I reach for my sword

Smash the pummel to his face, blood spills he tumbles

An over arch swing severs an arm as I laugh manically

Then the sword through his neck it brings joyous glee

I stride upstairs and encounter a pregnant maid

Sword still wet I plunge it through her round belly

She screeches in delicious agony as I twist the blade

Ravenously I turn to a room where weeping is heard

And as our lord commands

One final act of mercy

What have we done?

All they had now gone

Pale faces grow cold

All life now gifted

To where the wind blows

Only now for the crows

Hatred boils as I walk in

To see a pathetic child

Cries for mercy wasted

I smash a shield in her face

Teeth and blood fall on the floor as she screams in agony

A blade in the gut, now blood oozes out of her mouth

Not dead yet, stare at her cold eyes while she squirms

A violent stab to the heart stops her small trembling body

And as our lord commands

One final act of mercy

What have we done?

All they had now gone

Pale faces grow cold

All life now gifted

To where the wind blows

Only now for the crows