the pathetic children bow at my feet
i have a vast army of legion which obey even the simplest command
a redunance of good hearted individuals seek to stop my wishes, their numbers filling the streets
pray at my my alter and recieve my dark gift, refuse my gift and my armies will prey on you! this, i demand
join, my children, slay these abominations of good will
make them suffer a great suffering that will be known by all in albion
i will bleed avo dry, after centuries he henders me, still
my great warrior rides forth along the reaches of witchwood on his deavilish stalion
his stead breathing the breath of fire, his blade seeking to devour every soul
the dark warrior holds horns on his head, eyes of fire, and a heart as black as mine
the dark warrior goes to the temple of avo and destroies the dontation box; he slaughters every foe
they call me evil for wishes of sacrifice, but avos desire of coin holds the greatest greed in all of albion... which is the greater crime?
uh, yeah, the poem sucks, i know sorry about that
