The Light is dead
Defeated in his arrogance
Tortured for his unwillingness
To wage the war we were ready to fight
We now rule Creation
What was holy and pure
Now stained with the blood
Of the one which it all began
Soon we will begin our final attack
Destroying the rest who choose
To fight their fight
And follow the path of light
The darkness is so beautiful
So enveloping with fresh power
No longer driving back in fear
Of the Light’s everlasting love
And yet anxiety fills my essence
Shadows lay cast before me
Illuminated by the impossible
Holding the corpse of the supposed victor
Our warriors sound the retreat
Our lord now the embodiment of fear
As our Lord rises from the ashes of what was
Crushing the serpents head as once was foretold
J.Rhett Lively 