Darkness, night, vengeance and pain.
The blood on my skin now cleansed by the rain.
Sheath my sword, wipe my eyes.
Every enemy upon me withers and dies.
My army made of Demons and Thralls.
We look on as heavens army falls.
Striking fear into the innocent lives.
As we march forth with our battle cries.
Crashing now through their steel gates.
The people beg for mercy as they meet there fates.
These peasants now live in fear.
They know that torment is always near.
And they'll scare there kin with the stories they tell.
All these lands they now belong to hell.
I now rule over the age of man.
For I am the king, the evil lord SATAN!
A contest entry
- Darkest ever writes by GarnetAndBlack.
600 points, ended August 8, 2008, 9 entries
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